Mount Apikuni an easy distraction

“I have never seen enthusiasm resort to poking,” she countered pointedly with a raise of her muzzle. Playful pawing, even harmless goading perhaps, but never to the extent this male had taken his sport. It was borderline cruel how he had treated her that day. Perhaps not to her body, but to her ego… her soul. Such wounds were not easily mended even with time, as the knot of her brows and bristled tail conveyed. Then just as easily smoothed as he paid her a compliment. Nothing to cater to her feminine nature surely, but to address a fact that even the female knew well. She was a wolf of the mountain. If she could not dance upon it with ease, it would have been shameful. Yet his word did serve a purpose in reining in her expressive self and return her to a state of calm. Yet his offer however genuine form yet another skeptical crack in her placid visage. Return to the creek? Did this male take her for a fool? “Less teaching and more practice on a fool,” she accused him openly. “I am simple as a female, but not so that I would become prey to another… again.” Her digits splayed across her stone as she prepared to lunge from her stone. She had given the male a way down from the mountain. She needn’t stand there and give him the pleasure of accepting his trap…