Porcupine Ridge Praying for daylight

Pawsteps caught his attention and his heart quickened. Was it her? Could it be? 
She had ensnared his mind, and even if she decides she doesn't want to see him again, He wants to apologise. 
But as he pads eagerly closer, his wide, eager smile is quickly replaced with a dark glare. The Shewolf in front of him looks Identical to the bitch who had dismissed him at the borders. 
He bristles, a low growl in his throat. 
"If I hadn't made a vow to Lumiya that I wouldn't start trouble, I would rip your throat out right here." His voice is low, deadly, every muscle in his body showing his capability of doing exactly that. "I had done nothing to insult you or your pack...and you...I lost everything because of you." He stalks closer to (what appears to be) the treacherous snake, eyes flashing. In the gloom of the catacombs he couldn't see the softness in her eyes, the slight difference in posture.