Arrow Lake I'm good it's just a scratch

She silently flinched as his muzzle brushed over a particularly sore wound though her face quickly went back to one of relaxed curiosity. When he finally answered she froze and her brow furrowed, a confused expression on her maw as she hesitated to respond "When Stigmata had told me the mountains are ours, I had figured that meant we wouldn't want to share them. Since I thought that I was wondering what would be done about such a...peaceful and social bunch of wolves" she explained what she had thought sounding embarrassed, ducking her head so her eyes were staring into the distance.