ever since i could remember

A wolf appeared, with a fiery ginger pelt. This was the northern wolf, right? Where was the intimidation? He didn't look very scary, but that didn't mean he couldn't devour her with hidden rows of sharp teeth. No one would even know she was gone until this northern wolf was back in the north. Flattening her audits against her skull, the girl was suddenly regretting her recently acquired feathers, bright red and standing out in the bushes no doubt. She poked her snout a little further through the leaves, just so she could get a better look at the strange wolf. He wasn't very big, a little bit larger than her, but definitely bulkier. Compared to the males of her own tribe, there wasn't a lot different about him, except for maybe that brilliant coat of his. Did that mean he could breathe fire? Or maybe he could pull the sun right out of the sky! The mere fantastic possibility frightened the little dove. What if he saw her and set her on fire?!
Her ebony tipped tail curled between her legs, while the rest of her pressed against the dirt under her. The lass didn't dare make a sound, for fear the strange creature would hear her and find her. She was too young to be eaten! Whiskey coloured eyes were wide with horror as the auburn wolf came closer, peering through the brush. Foreign tongues came flooding from his maw, rumbling vocals she didn't understand. What kind of language was that? Did all the northern wolves speak like that? Her audits trembled, hesitant as to whether she should raise them to try and decipher this strange tongue, or leave them pinned to her crown and save herself from being possibly devoured. One amber optic dared to pry itself open. Oceanic optics stared through the brush, and that eye slammed shut again.
She flattened herself further into the ground, squeezing her eyes shut so that maybe he wouldn't see her. However, the strange beast didn't seem to be leaving. Slowly, her pinched shut throat began to loosen a cinch on her voice. She felt a little bit more air flow into her lungs for a brief moment. "Jọwọ ma ṣe jẹ mi, Emi ko lenu ti o dara!" She cried, her usually soft vocals timid and squeaking with her terror. Squeezing her already petite frame into an even smaller little mass of fluff and feathers. She was going to be eaten for sure.