Swiftcurrent Creek I am not a martyr, I'm a problem

Her ears fell back as she heard the approach of an unfamiliar gait, and when she lifted her nose, she caught a whiff of a foreign scent before it slipped away. Agitation rippled through her, but she didn't expect the other wolf to collide with her flank. Mae snarled, stumbling a little but nonetheless turning to face whoever had shoved into her so rudely.

No one Mae knew, by the scent suddenly flooding her. A woman. Typical.

Where's Akavir? Mae demanded. No sense wasting any time being mad at her. Not her fault she's stupid, Mae reminded herself, and felt very wise for it.