Blacktail Deer Plateau woe betide this springtime eden

She quickly dodged and then growled, "I yield!" She ducked her head into submission. She muttered, "Forgive me, for I'm not used to the pack ways, yet." She licked the side of her muzzle, tasting some blood. For it sting, it was not excruciating. If the wolf got a perfect shot, it would defiantly hurt more. She swiped a paw over her muzzle, and studied her paw. Studied the blood.