The next growl to meet her ears caused them to flatten against her skull and she was starting to think she had been wrong about Cyril all along. All she was trying to do was help but he didn't want it as he was making more clear. She didn't want to abandon him out on the tundra by himself like her father had abandoned her and her mum. She didn't see that she had much choice in the matter. Then a white figure covered in the same smelling blood appeared at Cyril's side growling her own warning, Oksana assumed this must be his mother.
The dark pup backed away from the pup she thought could have been a friend. She looked between the woman and the pup for a moment before deciding it wasn't worth trying anymore. “I'm sorry for whatever has happened to you both.” Then she looked at Cyril, “And I’m sorry I misinterpreted our day with the hoppers.” She then turned to go back to the Hearthwood.