It was the growl I heard when I came barreling in that made me uneasy. I saw how the girl instinctively took a protective stance over the pup, even though he was from a different pack. When the water made her cough and sputter my ears fell back and I looked down, embarrassed. I also shouldn't have shook out my pelt when I was near them, it was rude. My mother told me never to make a fool of myself, especially if it effected others. "Sorry, I whispered and backed away slightly into the water. Unfortunately stepping onto a mossy rock and slipping, falling back down into the the water. I groaned and slowly stood, walking out of the water so I didn't do anything dumb again. "I'm so clumsy," I said with a sheepish grin, chuckling at my own misfortune.

The other girl made me feel uncomfortable, unwanted. She stared at me, eyeing me in a way. Even the young pup's fur bristled when I stepped closer to her, showing her my paw. I stepped back a little from them, giving them space. If the didn't want me around, i'd leave. I knew I could be annoying, other wolves told me all the time. They would yell,"Act your age!" and i'd try but I don't know what I was supposed to act like. So I just acted like myself. I'd begun to think that was why I had no friends. But surprisingly they both told me my name. I smiled happily, my tail wagging back and forth. "It's nice to meet you Shiloh and Nogitsune," I chirped. I had a little bit of trouble with the boy's name, but I ended up saying it right.

I giggled when Nogitsune asked about the "splashy game." "It wasn't really a game, it was just me being bad a running. But only sometimes, i'm usually pretty good at running," I admitted, embarrassed a little at my blunder that he innocently pointed out. My purple eyes shifted to the girl who was laying around the little boy. I tilted my head curiously, in an almost comical way. "Do you guys live with a pack? You smell like it," I said curiously. "I've never met pack wolves before, only loners like myself," I admitted, a little bit sadly at the word loner. I didn't much like being alone, but I made do. My mother had prepared me to live alone, because she knew she was going to die. I really missed her sometimes, she was the only one that understood me; my only friend.

I looked up hesitantly and opened my mouth shyly, something I wasn't used to: being shy. "Do you think I could, maybe, hang with you guys for a little bit? I don't have any friends or anywhere to go," I winced slightly but there was a hopeful sparkle in my eyes and a friendly smile on my face. I'd understand if they didn't want me around, and i'd respect their wishes and go play by myself like I was going to anyway.