Don't Fake This

It was a rarity when she ventured out of Valhalla. Ever since the pack had settled she had barely strayed from the border of her home. Today though she set out to gather some herbs. She had spent most of the day doing so, venturing from land to land, returning to her hidden spot to place the herbs until she was ready to return home. One of the last lands she visited it was cloaked entirely in large weeping trees. It was something she had never seen before. Two toned eyes drifted upward, looking at the trees as she walked. Roots littered the ground, forcing to look at where she placed her paws rather than continue to gaze upward. She had just hidden her last patch of herbs and was looking to gather just a little more. Nostrils flared, trying to clear her nose, but she couldn't smell anything besides the various herbs that she had been carrying. Dropping her nose the ground, she sniffed around, nosing through some roots and the few plants that lingered around the base of the trees. Spring was returning and with it bringing new plant life. Paws touched the earth quietly, the only noise coming from her the snuffling of her nose. Focusing on the task at hand she didn't realize the wolf that she was approaching from behind. She weaved a path, ears twitched occasionally, eyes searching the ground. Continuing her path she nearly jumped out of her skin when she came crashing into another wolf. Head shot up in alarm, eyes widening. "I-I-I-I'm so sorry!" She took a few quick steps back, stumbling over some roots and tripping, bringing her tumbling down onto her rump. An embarrassed frown tugged at her features, ears pinning against her skull. Eyes searched the face of multihued brute for any signs of aggression. The last thing she wanted was to be attacked.

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