Blacktail Deer Plateau You know I've always seen it that way

In fact, the stranger's face broke into a smile right before she began walking toward Harps. Swallowing, the yearling kept her body language submissive and waved her tail slowly. Her nerves were rubbed raw from the events of the past day or so, though Harps still yearned for the companionship she'd joined a pack to find.

It surprised her a little when the she-wolf knew her name. "I am," she replied, letting her downcast eyes flicker up momentarily to brush across the other's face before she dropped her gaze again. "Who are you?" she asked, recognizing her only as one of the onlookers at the recent confrontation.