Phoenix Maplewood long before the haze

The arrival of another wolf registers belatedly. She pauses, lowering and releasing the fox to answer the dark woman's question — but before she can speak, another arrives, bristling and wearing a snarl. Normally, the yearling's first response would be aggression — wounded as she is, she merely flattens her ears and averts her gaze to the ground. Aditya had not mentioned this kind of reception.
Healing, She offers quietly. Aditya brought me here after I was attacked by coyotes in the night — we're friends. She hesitates slightly over the word friends; surely that's what the golden wolf would call their relation, but does she truly consider him a friend? Or simply a stranger she owes — perhaps one she admires slightly, perhaps one she finds intriguing, but a stranger nonetheless. After all, her own circumstance is not special; he'd more or less admitted it himself. The Morningside leader would have saved anyone in her position — so what does that make her?