Apologize. Ophelia knew even before she was told that it was what she should do. And she would have even without the prompting. But that she was told to made her more reluctant and she dragged her paws about it. It couldn't mean as much when the whole pack knew she was being made to do it.
The thing was...Ophelia genuinely was sorry. Pip had been a convenient target. Her weak demeanor was practically an invite for animosity from the frustrated, angry girl. She didn't need Mama coming to shame her about it; in her own time, she would have felt it on her own.
With that time bought, the pale princess had thought long and hard about how to thank her. Since the attack, Pip had been avoiding her. A secret part of Ophelia - a part she wasn't proud of - was pleased that she had any kind of power over an adult member of the pack. But mostly, she just felt bad.
It had taken her the better part of the day to hunt down a suitable gift. Well, hunt was the wrong word.
Her pelt was stiff, frozen from the cold temperatures of the water she'd been wading in. The fish were few, but those around were slow with the low temperatures. Even then, Ophelia had multiple failed attempts at catching. She remembered the mute really liked fish and figured with all the ice lately that it would be difficult for her to find any. Especially with...well, with her injury.
The fish fit oddly in her jaws. It wouldn't hang limply like a rabbit and she had to readjust her grip multiple times as she searched around the den for Pip. The mute saw her coming and Ophelia just knew she was going to make a getaway. Before she could, Ophelia raced over and cut her off, automatically standing tall and firm. With the smaller female's attention now frozen on her, the princess set her prize down and carefully nudged it towards her before stepping back.
"I - I wanted to say I'm sorry. For attacking you. For saying those things. I was mad, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you."