Blacktail Deer Plateau get it together and bring it back to me

She trailed back the way she had come, having gathered her courage and her wits. Harps wanted to learn more about the wolves who lived on the plateau. Quite possibly, she wanted to join them, though that thought made her stomach twist nervously. She was anxious. She wanted acceptance, companionship and support. But Harps didn’t know if they would be a good match; or if she would make the cut; or even what she would do if she did gain acceptance. The yearling had never before been part of such a large social circle. It had always just been dad, Spur (who despised being called any iteration of “mother”) and Lele.

Her copper eyes lingered on the raised landmark, though they dropped when Harps heard a commotion. She couldn’t see anyone from where she stood. Harps paused, torn between running forward to see what was happening or retreating to avoid the unmistakable sounds of conflict. Her heart raced in her chest, a thin whine leaking from her lips.