Blacktail Deer Plateau i can't stop drinking about you

An unfamiliar gray wolf appeared and descended to meet them. Bones bowed her head, her eyes fixing respectfully on his feet for a moment before flicking upward. He seemed amiable enough and didn't appear interested in interrogating them. He simply wanted to know if they were seeking someone in particular.

The yearling opened her mouth to answer him when a flurry of red fur appeared and flung itself at her. Although Fox did not touch her trigger zone, the sheer suddenness and intensity of her approach provoked an instinctual response from Bones. With a sharp yelp, she flinched and snapped her teeth at her assailant.

Of course, she recognized her former captain and realized her mistake no more than two seconds later. Bones's ears disappeared against her skull as she buckled her legs, dropped to the ground and rolled onto her back. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she said, hoping neither Fox nor her gray comrade was already preparing to dispatch her. "I didn't mean it. I'm sorry!"

Momentarily too afraid to elaborate on why she'd reacted that way, Bones held her breath and tried to make herself even smaller by shrinking into a ball. What a cruel twist of fate that she might die here today at worst and lose the respect of her Aunt Fox and the rest of her family at best. And all because of what Cutlass had (allowed to be) done to her. The youthful marauder felt shame choking her and squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to disappear.