Bearclaw Valley they think of her as heartless, but she wasn't heartless

Arana could almost smell the difference of seconds as the woman chhose her answer. It was times like this when Arana missed home, and times like this where she wondered whether her father had dealt with things like this. Had he ever been turned away from a home? Had any of his-  no, that was imposible. None of her family, nor anyone in the pack had treated others like this. Once adopted in the Aspens, anyone and everyone was welcome...but that was the rare oppertunity that they had visitors. Their pack was rather hidden in the thick trees, and many had problems navigating to the pack's grounds.

Thinking of her home, he mother, uncles, siblings, it rose something in her chest which hurt. Siqsa had gone. Had maybe he spent time in her birth pack, there would've been a different outcome for who he was...but he wasn't, and here she was struggling to even compromise her promise to another pack.
A place that, for once, wanted nothing to do with a nice girl. "Sorry" she muttered, meek voice in shambles along with her thoughts.

Scooting back on her tucked limbs, she didn't turn her back on the protective mother. Golden flag tucked, and she made it a safe scooted distance away before she unwound and took off in the very opposite direction Siqsa had gone. The pupish girl knew where the dark blue wolf had gone...
And with everything in her, she wanted nothing to do with that place, or him.

Thanks so muchhh!