Had Red been able to hear Ptarmigan’s thoughts, she would have corrected the wolf. She was not, in fact, bothering the hybrid at all. It was hot today, and as long as her friend was here, Red could not simply walk away from the border. But she didn’t care, as it gave her an excuse to relax a little. As long as the she-wolf stayed exactly as far away from the border as she was in that moment, there was nothing to care about. She wasn’t one Fox’s dogs and she wasn’t being hostile. So Red did the only logical thing: she laid down across from her.
This reminded the coywolf of their adventure together in Emberwood. That had been fun. Red allowed her tongue to loll out of her mouth and pant to keep her temperature down on this hot summer day. She longed for the lake at the aspen forest. As she let her mind wander, she scratched aimlessly at an itch on her side and sneezed as dust entered her nose. Other than that, nothing much happened. Mainly, she was just waiting for the other to make her leave, but didn’t really care enough to actually tell her to get lost.