Stone Circle i neither care to wax nor care to wane

She freezes at hearing the approach of another wolf, feeling her heart race as she picks up the unfamiliar scent. Her chocolate fur fluffs out, limbs tensing, and she's completely rigid by the time the wolf nears her. The chuff immediately has her flinching and stumbling back a few steps with a tiny terrified squeak. Oh no, oh no, she's going to think I'm so stupid! The thought is enough to send her bolting off further into the territory without pausing or looking back, regardless of what the other wolf might do. By the time she manages to stop herself she's in tears, guilt and embarrassment ripping sobs from her chest. She wants her mom, she wants @Merrit — but all she can do is curl up, alone, and wonder why she is so broken.