Firefly Glen change, change will preserve us

Awkwardly inspecting her front paw, Tabriëlle noticed a not-so-subtle movement from the corner of her eye. It was a wolf, attempting to waddle through the unidentified muck in her direction. He would free a paw- sink- free a paw- sink. This process repeated in a cyclical fashion until he managed to secure a steady position, and Tabriëlle risked a closer look at the stranger.

He was a handsome wolf.
Well-built and rich in coloration-
almost warm to look at.
 
-Almost-
She looked away.
 
Perhaps it was his nearness that caused her nerves to spike, or her recent encounter with strange wolves. Perhaps it was the constant ringing in her ears, or the vague blurred outline of the world as she neared collapsing. Regardless, in one loud, misplaced proclamation she half-shouted at Bronco “I have skills that can contribute to you and any pack you may represent!!” Her voice was louder than she had planned.

Realizing she had just interrupted Bronco’s greeting, Tabriëlle calmly nodded. As if to say, please go on and just ignore that.

To her rescue, a second scent appeared soon followed by a second wolf.

The she wolf in question was a peculiarly buoyant spirit, striding in as if summoned with urgency.
Tabriëlle assumed that Bronco knew the other wolf, though neither of them had formally introduced themselves, so she continued to look between the two wolves- the goo- back at the wolves- and the goo again.

“Yes, ew” she offered, unapologetically chucking the muck. “My name is Tabriëlle,” she added, lowering her head- looking mostly at Toad.