The Sentinels m+m's

To Odessia's surprise and relief, the other white wolf did not attack. In fact, she lay perfectly still for longer than Odessia expected for somebody who was alive—had she witnessed another death? Sucking in a breath, she tried to find her voice, but nothing came. Odessia flinched when the other wolf did finally move, creeping toward the very same white and yellow flowers she had been enamored with moments ago. Blue eyes remained locked to the ground, and Odessia crawled a few inches backward, putting more space between herself and this stranger. A small part of her wanted to ask her name, ask about the flowers, ask what it was about them that had drawn her to them. When she opened her mouth, no sound came out.
"Trapped" was the most adequate word to describe how she felt. Trapped in her own body, yet still somehow feeling outside of it. She wondered if she was imagining the wolf in front of her. Was she real? Was Odessia imagining her? No, she had felt it when the stranger had run into her. Had she not? Odessia blinked, wondering if the other wolf would disappear when she did so.