The Sentinels m+m's

Odessia was engrossed with the little yellow flowers. Her two front paws lay on either side of the plant, her eyes narrowed in on the tiny, frail follicles that made up the center of the flower. Each one was topped with a tiny sphere of bright yellow pollen. The petals—somewhere between six and eight on each flower—curved slightly upward making a little bowl shape. Beneath that, attached to the stem, were tufts of dense, bushy green leaves. She had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. Odessia was giving a whole new meaning to "stop and smell the flowers."
In a twist on one of her latest encounters, Odessia was the one being run into this time. The stranger let out an exclamation followed by a full-on face-plant into the dirt. Her perfect flower meditation ruined, the memories of Etienne, Viper, and Tattered Ear came rushing back, and Odessia scrambled back away from the stranger, once again flattening herself to the ground and tucking her tail to her belly. Her eyes chanced a cursory look at the stranger, thankful to find that she did not sport the dark fur of svart. Not wishing to be a threat, her eyes went back to the other wolf's feet, Odessia's chin still glued to the ground.
Maybe, if she could make herself small enough, this wolf would not attack her.