Jade Fern Grove the lucky compass

Is this all she’s worth, a croak in return?

She’s affixed with a fluted brow above that scorching stare and wordlessly appraised. She has a mind to bound away, the air is growing strange here and she does not think this snow bear will give chase. But she is fickle and no longer bridled by a lone wolf’s fatigue.

Spurring thoughts give a little annoyed flout of tail. She is a pack wolf now! She is due some respect in the valley!

“Hey no worries, I could see you were mistaken.”
“Oh great! Glad there’s no hard feelings.”
“None whatsoever!”
“Wonderful! I’ll be on my way then.”

She finishes the little act, shoots him with a smug lift of muzzle, and turns abruptly on her heel to leave.