Golden Glade forced into their true shape

The youth again had begun exploring, delving deeper past the clearly marked pack. Their number were huge, she could smell that. She supposed that the presence of her own family congregating in the Shadewood only angered their numbers. Soon, there would be a dispute. But not yet; so she kept her distance and rounded around the territory into a forest.

She spotted a hare and immediately dropped low, but that startled the creature off -- the youth promptly burst and gave chase to it; only to soon fall flat as she stumbled on a tangle of roots. She stood, muzzle muddied and chest caked with leaves and mud. Fruitlessly, she trotted after her quarry; wondering if it was hiding in the undergrowth.
She happened across a wolf, with her hare.

Her ears flattened sideways, her efforts undone by the opening. He was looking right at her so she stared back, sea-green eyes dragging up dismay to expose her disappointment. She'd failed herself this time. The skewbald girl dropped her gaze and looked to her paws; white socks immersed with the mud she'd fallen into.