Blacktail Deer Plateau woe betide this springtime eden

"Amber," she moaned. She did not give the wolf eye contact, she was to busy swiping her paw over her nose. She then looked up again into the wolves eyes and said, "I apologize again for my actions. My old pack played by different rules." She licked the side of her muzzle and added softly, "Worst rules. It's only instinct for me to lash out at you." She stretched a bit glancing up at the wolf just to check if he would nip her back unexpectedly. Better not! she thought aggressively. She still felt sour for losing her kill. "What's your name?"