Fairspell Meadow delivered into the jaws of death

Maia had ever been a cheerful wolf when dealing with strangers, but she also had little trouble putting rudeness where it belonged.  No need to be a jerk about it, she answered defensively, wrinkling her muzzle as she took a step back.  I already said I could go, didn't I?  Jeeze.  No, she hadn't.  But in her annoyance she didn't realize the half-finished sentence hadn't completed.

It was too bad this wolf was obviously not up for company because it was the first she'd encountered in a good long while.  Shoot.  She paused, hesitating, then decided what the heck.  Look, just... are there any packs near here?  Maybe he could at least answer a question?