Wapun Meadow Plates and Saucers

It took a few moments for Myrtle to see past her misery to realize that she was being circled by a wolf with one lustrous, lamp-light orange eye. She uttered a soft moan and sank her hips to the ground, tucking her beige tail about her hindquarters when she realized how silly she probably looked. Dolefully, she looked up at the male, noticing the slight dew of salivation upon his lips but she failed to look past his words and recognize his insincerity. She slowly pulled her paws away from her muzzle, which she'd been covering, to reveal lips and a pink tongue swollen from the bee's sting. 

It was obvious enough what had happened, and she felt both sheepishly ashamed of her stupidity. She uttered a soft, pleading whine and searched his features for a reaction- hoping for pity and empathy- before her gaze fell and she turned her head away. It was bad enough feeling the throbbing and swelling of her palate without having an audience to see just how horrible it made her look.