I wouldn't say that I am stalking this girl from a far, but I am totally watching her and following her...from a distance. I like to know what others are doing with their time and if anyone has any idea how to take care of their own fur. My mother would tell me that I have a mild obsession thanks to my Father, but it is just...logic.

I don't get a good look as I follow. I mean, I avoid things that annoy my fur, and I am amazed as I watch this young girl barrel through tall grass and likely letting it rip at her fur. I never allow this to my own, fur, so my eyes widened as she disappears beyond the grass. What is wrong with this girl? I can tell she is young- much younger than me, and she needs to learn. Does she have a mother and father to tell her how to take care of herself? Damn it, I have to do it myself. I can't trust other wolves to teach their children. Apparently I have to do this now. Ugh.

I make my way over to the lake, the direction the younger girl went. I go around, and along a more beaten path, thus it takes me a bit of time to get over there. It is not like I am about to rush either. My white and silver fur was pristine, fluffing up with the coming winter. I do look...bigger in the winter, but at the same time, my hair fills out nicely as well. It is a good time to look great.

I come upon the edge of the lake now, and come from the left side of the girl as she looks out into the water. She is like a pup, all excited, and I assume she wants to go for a swim or something like that. Why else would she be standing there? My light paws bring my delicate form within speaking range, my prussian blue eyes whisking over to her. I look over her fur in this moment, seeing what I think may be bits of grass. Everyone is dirty in this world, I swear.

"You know, it is not good for your fur to go running through that type of grass like that. Not only does it get stuck in your fur, but it houses creatures you know...bug, insects, blood sucking monsters, and you just...flung yourself into it," I say, head raised high with my natural confidence in the subject. "What are you doing here, anyway?" I ask, probing the young one to get an idea of what she was about.