Dontopendalogy - the art of opening your mouth and putting your foot in it.
16th-ish?
She had let him go after their little encounter, allowing his scent to be comfort enough that he was holding together ok, but when he noticed the trail leading clear out of the territory her heart leapt into her throat. Her and her big fat mouth. She had to go after him! but she wasn’t a leader anymore and who knew how long she would be gone? as much as it might rankle her she couldn’t bring herself to take off after him without at least letting @Spieden know - permission or not.
She had all but raced back to the den, hoping to catch the leading lady on her way back from tending to the children. These days it was very little that would prod her to such a pace. She caught the leaders retreating back and she barked once before closing the distance between them. She all but slipped in the leaf litter, her breath coming in heavy pants as she pulled herself up short of bowling the woman right over. “It’s all my fault!” she blurted, clearly distressed and far from her usually cool and calm composed self. “I have to go after him, I’ll bring him back I promise.” she followed up with an expectant look, not even thinking for a moment that Spieden, completely unaware of their history might even have an inkling of a clue about whom she was referring to.