Blacktail Deer Plateau make the dead come back to witness

Junior heard and smelled the wolves gathering outside the den. She swallowed apprehensively but bit the bullet, stepping into the open air. Her eyes flicked from Lasher to Dante before she dropped her gaze and moved nearer to them, head held low beneath bony shoulders and tail dangling limply behind bony hips. She took a seat perhaps five feet from the Alpha male to await her judgment and punishment, absently placing one foreleg behind the other to lessen visibility of their mutilated state.

There were a million things she could say to make her case, yet she bit down on her tongue. Speaking out of turn would likely just dig her a deeper grave. She was ready to accept her punishment but she didn't want to make it worse. Junior would say her piece after giving Dante his rightful opportunity to speak first.