Blacktail Deer Plateau rolling rock

Fox could only begin to imagine all the thoughts that were going through Kaihra's head. But she did not dare try to understand what she was thinking. Doing so often only made the Beta paranoid and worsened things, so she did her best to keep her mind occupied with other thoughts and open for whatever the girl had to say next. Instead, she focused on the girl's fur, dark as it was, and the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. Taking notice of these things allowed Fox to occupy her thoughts in other areas.

“Trust comes with time,” replied Fox. “I do not expect you to trust me now, after you’ve only just met me. I realize I have much to prove.” Fox did not think that she would be able to convince anybody in one sitting (or even a dozen) that she could be trusted. It was obvious that some wolves of the creek had never truly trusted her. And yet... Fox knew there were some who had put their lives in her hands paws, and she had done the best that she could. Sure, she had made mistakes, but what real wolf did not? It was only in fairy tales that things went according to plan, after all, and Fox found those stories boring and lacking substance.