Silver Creek google your own death

Before Lilah could explain, another wolf materialized, a male with fair features and effervescent eyes. Bat double-checked her posture—perfectly neutral and respectful—even as her muscles stiffened. If she had been reconsidering trying her luck here, the male's arrival dashed the idea once and for all... particularly when the scene unfolded almost exactly like the one with Cry and Phex. It all gave her some intense and unpleasant déjà vu.

They both pointed out that she smelled of other wolves. Bat blinked, barely resisting the temptation to put her nose to her own shoulder. Perhaps she should work harder on disguising her scent during such approaches, although to be fair, she hadn't come here with any sly intent. And she never would've realized that she bore such a clear hallmark if it hadn't been pointed out to her twice over. Ya' live, ya' learn, I guess? the youth thought to herself with a mental shrug.

Pbbbt, was her next thought, in response to being called a "kid" and "a young thing." It struck her as pretty patronizing, especially considering she was practically an adult (at least Bat thought so). In that moment, Bat decided she liked these wolves no more than she'd liked Cry and Phex, the mind readers. But she was careful not to show it, despite a strong urge to blatantly wrinkle her nose at this Harrison guy.

"I'm a scout, so I was just meandering when I thought I smelled a pack," the teenager replied, rolling a shoulder in an actual shrug. She didn't bring up her apparently obvious pack membership again, neither acknowledging nor denying their allegations. "I wasn't wrong. Well," she continued, telegraphing an intent to turn again and disembark, "I didn't mean to bug y'all. Thanks for the info. Peace!"