The Sentinels m+m's

Odessia shook her head, shame and embarrassment quadrupling on the spot. Not only could she not speak, but she had pissed herself as well. At least Kirain was kind enough to pretend not to notice, though the smell was obvious enough to Odessia. All she wanted to do now was get away, get clean, and go back to staring at that ever-so-wonderful flower. Instead, Kirain suggested another route. Odessia had no way to recommend anything else.
She lifted herself barely off the ground, the breeze making her hind end cold from the dampness there. Odessia kept her tail tucked and her ears flat against her head, waiting for Kirain to lead her back to the tiny yellow flowers. She could not say that she trusted the other white wolf, not yet, but she did not exactly distrust her, either. At the very least, she could go get lost in the tiny intricacies of those flowers again.