Kintla Flatlands pussyfoot

Her uncle's lookalike didn't know the deceased either. Junior stared at him for a few beats, then looked down at the unfortunate wolf sprawled on the ground. She wondered why it smelled so bad. She knew that rotten meat could be rather malodorous, yet she always associated that stench with blood. There was no blood here.

When asked about her pack, Junior replied, "Yes. We're standing right beneath it." She tipped her head back, motioning toward the plateau overhead. They were technically not on the pack's territory, yet these were certainly the borderlands. It suddenly occurred to her that she should probably ask this wolf to step away from her home.

"You're too close. Let's go over here," the youth said, eyeing him and then turning to lope beyond the shadow of the plateau. They were still pretty close, yet the youngster didn't think it would be a problem if she accompanied him. "What about you? Are you from a pack? I'm Junior, by the way."