The strange white creature that had frightened her out of her fur decided to turn around and pace back to where Hecate was trying to hide. Her eyes were wide as she came face to face with another wolf who was asking if she was alright. "I-I'm f-fi-fine." The words were stuttered out as she backed up, her tail curling around her side in the process. She looked up, the same timid and afraid look covered her eyes. She gulped as she turned and started to walk away, hoping not to be stopped though she knew that she probably would be. Most wolves did stop her and asked her questions with the exception of Sorrel and even then he had come back and patched up her cut shoulder, which was much better now.
The strange timid wolf was trying her best to remain cool, calm and collected but she was failing pretty miserably.
