Redsand Canyon you were baptized in ice [m]

She wasn’t entirely sure how long she had been waiting there before she saw a form appear at the mouth of the den. Even knowing it was likely the very wolf she had been waiting for, she tensed, jumping a little in her own skin. The question came, her heart racing fast and she felt like she couldn’t breathe, as if his presence gave her the safety to finally just let out everything she had been pushing down since the encounter, her head shaking, her maw opening but words failed to come out.
 
She didn’t know if she was capable of speaking, a wince when she moved and the faintest scent of blood still lingering on her pelt and somewhere deep in it all was Glaukos’ scent still lingering from their close contact. What did she say? How did she even describe it? Was she overreacting? Would he laugh at her and tell her to get over it? Deep down she knew that he wouldn’t, that she had followed proper sparring protocols, that any other wolf would have stopped the moment she went limp beneath them but that fear lingered deep in her heart in that moment, only managing a soft whine in escape.