Ankyra Sound jòn

 Grackle, She returned, the name sounding choking and harsh compared to the maidenly Coraline.

I see. That was the reason for the strong scent yet lack of a border. So, um, your territory is...? Her fumbling inquiry was a lifeline to a more practical and familiar territory, away from the uncharted emotional waters she found herself treading in. Grackle's instincts, ever sharp, took the lead now. It was vital to know the boundaries of this stranger's territory. It could mean the difference between another confrontation and a peaceful hunt. Her eyes flickered between the stranger and the encircling forest, present to her words but still wary, as she waited for a response.

Yet beneath her vigilance and practicality, Grackle couldn't shake the odd feeling welling up within her. It... It seems I frightened away your hare. An uneasy glance upwards followed, her eyes meeting the sunset-pelted wolf's. The word "your" danced on her tongue, briefly stoking a twinge of irritation. After all, she had been pursuing it since daybreak. But as she mentally clashed over the trivial matter, Grackle's protective instincts nudged her thoughts in another direction. She had no pack to share her catches with, whereas Coraline had her sister to provide for. This inner conflict persisted, complicating the simple matter of a mere hare and sparking a multitude of emotions she struggled to identify. 

She was usually much better than this- elegant, refined, cunning. But Grackle was having trouble ridding her head of an incredibly stupid, mushy feeling, and her heart pounding in her ears was no help either.