Hoshor Plains Betcha dinner is a doozey

Peony hadn't necessarily been paying much attention when she walked, it was more of mindless wandering. Her brain was off in la-la land whilst her body just went wherever it felt like. And it seemed, her body had wanted to wander in the middle of a wolf's hunting session. "Oh I-I'm sorry!" the girl stuttered, apologetic. "I didn't mean too!" she assured the upset woman. 

Couldn't you smell us? "Oh, I umm... I can't smell. At all..." Usually, she was more open to talking, but she often got squeaky when somebody got mad at her. The grey woman in front of her had introduced herself, which easily slid Peony back into her bubbly mood. "I'm Peony!" a smile spread across her muzzle like butter and her tail shifted from one side to the other slow, then faster, then even faster. "Whatcha doing?" she inquired, forgetting about why the woman had begun speaking to her in the first place; her clumsiness.