Duck Lake precious and fragile things

The ebony woman smiled, emerald optics meeting the light colored ones of the brutes and smiled as she caught his scent of oak and maple, something she would be used to since oak and maple trees were the type of plants that surrounded her home a long time ago, as well as pine trees. Her ears erect as she lied down and looked to him, "Pardon me, may I ask your name? I mean no harm to you as for I am to be joining your pack Swiftcurrent Creek to be the healer, as far as I know." She smiled, her tail swaying in a friendly manner as she could hear the sounds of crows. The same birds that picked away her family when the epidemic occurred. She stood up, hackles raised, ears pinned back as she leapt upon some of the crows as she only caught feathers, soon the birds flew off as she lied back down and hung her head slightly, feeling bad she acted that way in front of the brute whom she had not known the name of. Bad memories occurred whenever she saw crows, so she wanted nothing to do with them.