Wild Berry Meadow it takes the shape of a place out west

Nothing had ever been so offensive as the idea of this stranger in the same space as her gentle, beloved mother. Angel gaped at the stranger, all the breath stolen from her lungs by the intensity of her fury. All words fled her mind. Her instincts roared in confusion, leaving her frozen and confused and — frightened, just a little, of the strong words and large frame that the older wolf wielded.

What was wrong with him?

What was wrong with her?

Angel took an uncertain step back, then another. Shamefully, a particular instinct did overtake her, then: she turned tail and ran, fleeing back to her mother just as she'd been instructed.