Wapun Meadow Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

So... not a playful kind, huh? Nunataq got back to her feet and watched the two big animals before her. They apparently had not understanding of canine body-language etiquette, which was a little more confusing than usual for the young wolf. She had considered that her form of speech was universal, interspecies one, if you want to give it a name.

She took an involuntary step back though, because the frustration these animals felt about her was a message that cut across clearly, even if the rest was a foreign language to her. Might be a good time to turn around a leave, but - oh - wow... what was that? She saw that her role from a predatory, but harmless observer had changed to the one, who was about to be bullied.

For the first time in her life Nunataq felt something akin to fear. She sank back to her haunches slowly, crouched and with ears flat against her skull, she averted her gaze from the beasts. A peace offering.

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Eventually Nunataq got out of the situation - she did not remember exactly how, but the sore ribs were a painful reminder for the next two weeks, why one should not test their luck against a herd of deer.