Bitterroot Valley I miss the misery

Nyra wanted to cackle at the clearly-threatened body language the she-dog gave off; or so Nyra saw.
Yet, she didn't say anything. 
Didn't make a sound to show the amusement of being seen as a threat even though she couldn't do as much damage as she normally could.
If she had wanted to, anyway.

But right now, she just wanted to heal, so she could be in tip-top shape again. 

"No." Nyra eventually said, "But my pack is on the other side of that Glacier, for the winter." She clarified, gesturing with a jerk of her muzzle in the direction she'd come from.
"Not my choice." She rumbled, as if that would probably clarify that she wasn't a leadership figure within her pack.
One day, she would be again. She willed this with all her being.