Blackfeather Woods kissing wounds

Malila's chocolate and cream furred form flinched slightly from surprise when the hoarse voice addressed her. Although she was not nearly as flighty as she had been before, she still kept on edge. Delicate ears pricking, she bent down low and peered round the tree. Her eyes confirmed what her nose had just picked up. Another wolf.

"S-sorry. I just heard something and came to investigate." She skirted in a wide arc to the side, plainly giving him ample space. "I didn't mean to startle you. It's just...this place is so strange. Like it is playing tricks on my eyes." She settled lightly onto her haunches but kept ready to rise again and skitter away, depending on what his body language said.