The Sentinels You Put the running into run

She didn't flinch when he moved close enough to her that her nose could tickle his chest fur. 
She knew he would hurt her -- nor she would hurt him. If such a thing were possible.
"Remember your place Morgan," was all she replied as she breezed past him.

She knew she would one day have to enforce her rank, possibly. She was no pushover in reality and she was more than capable of becoming better. She didn't because it wasn't what she was interested in nor had sufficient knowledge for. Perhaps as she grew older, she'd strive to become more influential in the pack but, for now, she was happy working away at the borders and hunting wherever she could. All she asked for was for others to remember that she was not a stupid young girl, and she could prove it. Even to grump-bag.

She laughed softly, the light within her exhaling again and the mood lifted, the tension between the pair dissipating like nothing. "Come on, I need you to help me look for plants or something. Anything green and small, new shoots." She wouldn't go as far as asking him if he knew what they were, she was sure he was smart enough to do so. Even so, she needed to know what grew here.