Mice in a trap

The dark reminded ray of her den back on the beach when she had been too small to wonder past her parents paws. Perhaps this contributed to her fearless attitude as she strolled through the shadows and explored the huge opening. She was touching a paw to one of the caverns walls when a voice startled her. She jumped a little, but only because she hadn't been expecting anyone to be there. She squinted in the dark trying to make out the shadowed creature. She could see dark lines or red that ran through his coat but she could make out little else.

"No I ain't lost!" She protested before she could think better of her words. Still, the sheltered young girl would know no caution. Rather then reacting timidly, she would step closer to the speaker. She was still squinting and trying to make him out. "Are you a wolf? Your ears and face look funny. But you sound like a wolf" her brain churned,did she know any other creatures that spoke her language? She didn't think so. Perhaps he was just a funny shaped wolf. "I'm sorry. Your a very pretty wolf, really, just different" she said, showing a rare shade of compassion the bold and haughty pup didn't often display.