Wapun Meadow i stay out too late

"Paah," she said emphatically, golden eyes growing narrower by the second. This would be her punishment, to returned to the Wilds only to be judged — fairly judged, of course, but judged nonetheless — by the one wolf that would really twist it in her wounded pride. "I didn't ask you to stick around for a chat," Spine told him irritably, "but I suppose this is just tickling you, isn't it?" He was getting off on this, she was almost certain.

She watched him grumpily for a moment, mind racing. Spine wanted to defend her actions almost as badly as she wanted to turn and run with her tail between her legs; the conflicting emotions let her painfully paralyzed and silent. She knew, however, that neither would really accomplish much. He likely wouldn't take any of her justifications, anyway, and leaving would only confirm his opinion of her.