Blackfoot Forest sticks and stones and weed and bones

Zombie flicked an ear in annoyance at the other female's apparently slipping mood, oblivious to the fact that she might be the cause. She was used to wolves growing agitated the longer she spoke to them, of course, but it never occurred to her that it might be because she was unpleasant and frustrating to deal with. But Zombie had been left behind time and time again; it didn't seem to matter whether she was patient and kind or not. And so she subconsciously opted for the latter.

[i]"It's rare,"[/b] she emphasized when Hawkeye mentioned that there might be more nearby. Zombie nudged the rock back towards the dark female, so she could have a look if she liked. If the yearling knew what glass was, she might have described it in that way. Its black surface shone in the filtered sunlight that fought its way through the canopy of trees. If she wasn't in the mood for company before, she definitely wasn't now that it seemed Hawkeye was uncomfortable.

"Anyway, thanks for finding it. Too bad it can't tell us where everyone went..." she was being sincere, though her tone might not have made it seem so.