Fox's Glade I'm biting my nails

Sorry if it's not much to work with. Dianne's really good at shoving others away. :'^)

Something peeking its head up a short ways away caught her eye. It was a pup with a tan body and a contrasting dark face not unlike her own. Once Dianne passed it by, she noted that it smelled of a pack, but the scent didn't match the wolves she was currently following. She didn't smell any others nearby, but Dianne honestly couldn't care less about whether it was lost or not. Her cold eyes bore into its sterling silver ones as she walked, unfaltering in her pace. She soon broke the eye contact though, not feeling threatened by such a small thing.