The Heartwood Running down the halls

The woman had been proven wrong by the stranger named Speedy. A curious, not so discrete sniff told her otherwise. Oh well, she had to appreciate the lying trade for it was to be her passion.

The woman breathed a heavy sigh, the fur smoothing along her back and the wild anger vanished from her eyes. Her whole form seemed to drop with the wearyness she carried. She dropped her gaze, giving both time to calm, before she again looked up, and started out with an apology. 

”I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, I’m just...shaken by some recent events,” she left out being attacked on neutral land by a pack, ”I tend to be wary at times like this. My name’s Mor.” Good, the lie rolled easily from her lips and she felt no guilt, ensuring her face schooled neutrality. 

Her tail wavered softly, trying to make ammends with Speedy. It couldn’t hurt to try and make friends, even after a rocky start, right?