Otatso Wetlands I think I'm freaking out

She thought that Magpie was preparing to turn around to glare daggers at her until she left, but the younger wolf only snorted. Ptarmigan flicked her ears forward challengingly, pushing her boundaries with a stranger, but before she could do much more than that, the banded wolf spoke. This alone shut Ptarm right up, if only because it was the last thing she had expected.

A smirk worked its way across her lips then, and she accepted this explanation with the rolling of a single shoulder. It was apparent from the way the smile touched her eyes that this was a satisfactory answer in the Endore's eyes, partly because it was ballsy and partly because it implied that she was worth it. Although it wasn't likely they would become fast friends or anything like that, whatever Ptarmigan had against the youth was suddenly put aside as approval replaced it. The other's attitude was admirable, at least to Ptarmigan, who never would have had the balls to say that out loud.

All she said in response as she continued to tail the yearling was, “smart choice.”