Otter Creek Override by fear

Her eyes opened slowly. She sighed, and her nose told her she was still in Blackfeather Woods. The wind blew gently through the canopy of the trees: the sound of the branches and leaves rustling had a calming effect on Akari.

She couldn't tell for sure how much time has passed since she blacked out by the creek, but her fur was sharing the scent of the forest, so she guessed it had been at least a couple of days since that whole situation started.

But Akari was feeling better. A little thirsty, but better.

She raised her head and yawned just like she'd just woken up from a dream. She saw three wolves nearby: Taikon and two others: one being a slender built female, while the other was a male with a distinctive scent about him: he was the alpha. Akari could sense it.
She stood up slowly, facing those wolves who had cared for her so promptly. She was grateful to them from the bottom of her heart, but the words struggled to get out of her mouth. She blushed: still couldn't help but feel embarrassed with all that happened.

"Thank you all. I'm feeling better now." Her voice was delicate and melodic, as it should be. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble, though." With that, she rendered a respectful bow, her nose nudging her paws.