Firefly Glen I'd rather turn around, turn you down, no matter how much I'd hate to leave

Leta blanched and wilted both at the force of the others voice, stepping backward and flattening her ears atop her head. Instinctively, her eyes averted, but when the other moved Leta's eyes turned back to them as they explained. It hadn't sounded that way, but Leta had no reason to not believe this other she-wolf who would hopefully be willing to befriend her. Leta had... no girlfriends. Surrounded by boys, the only girls she was close to was her mother and her aunt—who had died. So, her roster had opened up for at the very least one (though she hoped for a bunch). 

I'm Leta! she introduced with a wave of her tail. Who are you? She inquired, recovering the single step she had taken away by taking a tentative one in Fennec's direction. The girl had eyes like she had never seen, and fascinated by them Leta could only stare for the moment.