You caught me under false pretenses

The weeping woods made her nostalgic, and maybe even a little homesick. Not that the willows had ever been her home, but she spent more than her fair share of time at her mother’s birth pack, the pack her aunt and cousin had run together before she left. Sometimes she wondered what if she had gone there instead?

It was unusual for the woods to be anything other than tranquil, so when the silence was interrupted by the sound of ripping boughs, silver eyes narrowed. Were the deer being foolish and wandering too close to pack lands again? An ear tipped in the direction of the ruckus and she let out a sigh. She knew that sound well enough from her own youth and watching other people’s children. She fixed her best scowl to her face and stalked forward, expecting she was making rather a good impersonation of her mother, if a little rounder about the hips.

It wasn’t a wolf she recognised, and not one that was implicitly trespassing… not yet anyway. “Jus’ wha-der-yer-think-yer-doin?”

“Speech”