Blackfeather Woods birth spite

nearly trampled on by a stranger, but finally allowed to rip her gaze from the lake. racharra shoots up with a gasp — its more a grunt actually. but for just a brief yet wild moment, she bore her tusks. but the pale figure poses only a question, so racharra plays it off as a sneeze after a huff from her nose.

i'm so sorry, i didn't see you.. the dark body straightens and the nebet clears her throat. this stranger smells of grasslands and other wolves, though who she belongs to is a mystery to racharra. i'm sorry. she repeats, particularly embarrassed. another akashingo wolf catching her off guard is fine, but a stranger — someone from another pack especially — is dishonorable to the red palace's glory. ah, but. she's already trampled all over that when she decided to leave today, hasn't she?

the stranger's question. no. but i wish.. it'd be less disappointing.