Whitefish River Would you wait for me

Her face was subjected to a flurry of bats and her ears, which were still rather muffled to sounds, were assaulted with screams.
She let go, her sister's nails slapping her poor nose rather hard.

She fell backwards, into the muzzle of another large wolf.
Her ears pricked as she turned her head to look at the stranger, having to twist further than her sister would have because of her damaged eye.
Well, he wasn't really a stranger. He gave them food sometimes and her Mama seemed to like him. 
Her tongue licked at her nose, bearing the welts from her sister who now resided in Monn's clutches, getting all the attention.

She stood up, facing the oddly coloured man, though she was adorned with some of the same colourations as she, giving a short yip.