Sleepy Fox Hollow Run, run lost boy

Curiosity got the better of her. 
The home they had settled into was suitable, and its hostility was somehow suitable to the personality of the forming pack. 
The other members of the pack were mostly males- She didn't care what Donovan did with them. But she would be damned if she wasn't the only Female that would share his den. 

She had slipped her way down to greener pastures, pushing through the pain in her side. The damned rib could take months to heal, and she was not about to become a useless lump of wolf-flesh in the meantime. 

She hadn't been exploring long when she came across a girl, small and sad looking. Remembering what Donovan had said to her as they started a new beginning here she tried her best to bring some warmth to her eyes, though the flatness of her voice stood almost in contrast to it. 
She approached quietly, no forest to slip in and out of like a shadow. Here, her dark pelt stood in contrast to the rich greens and bright colors of wildflowers. 
it was as she approached that a familiar scent hit her- pervading through the fox stink, and fresh air, and the scent of a long ago dispersed pack...was the scent of the bitch Donovan had come home reeking of. Oh this is just too good. She smirked to herself, finally within speaking distance of the little slut. 
"You look lonely. " She smiled, an almost too wide smile. She was a skilled liar, yes, but not as talented of an actress. But she was curious what it was about this weak, low-born, pathetic shewolf that caught Donovan's lust.