Shivers

Abby kept pace with Meadow, eventually rising to a casual trot. She knew she thought better on her feet, and she had a feeling she'd have to think a lot in the next few minutes, as words spilled from the brown wolf's maw. She smiled patiently, listening intently to her speak. So there were more wolves here? From the way Meadow described them, they seemed like a tough lot. Typically, Abillene didn't like pursuers of violence anymore than she liked violence itself, but if they had a lady like Meadow with them, they couldn't be so bad. She hoped.
The other wolf brought her attention a clump of dandelions. Her brow furrowed momentarily in thought at the question. "Uh, bruises?" She asked tentatively. She was sure there were more uses for them, but she couldn't recall them at the moment.