Mice in a trap

She watched him drum his claws, admiring how different they where from her nails. They looked much more sharp and deadly, and she was suddenly struck with an overwhelming desire to touch the claw. She eyed it intently, wondering what her new friend would think if she just reached over and felt the tip of one sharp claw. She would pull her intense gaze away to raise it back to his eyes as he spoke, and she nodded her head. She was use to being among 'unique' colored wolves. Not one wolf in her pack looked the same, being unique was the norm.

She giggled when he gave her the bragging rights. Who would she brag to? Roar of course, she would be telling Roar all about this encounter when she got home. She bet her sister would be jealous! Her sister had never been beyond their pack borders.

His friend was like her? He must mean a wolf, that was alright she had already met one Lynx and that was pretty satisfying. Sure enough, the 'friend' would appear to show the white form of a wolf “a Jag-ar?” she must, mouthing the funny word. “Lion.” she giggled, that word sounded awfully strange to her. There was so much about the world she didn't know! She couldn't wait to ask her dad all about it. The friend asked a moment later about her home and she sighed, her whole posture deflating. Curse it, he must know her fathers rules. Ah oh, was she in trouble? She cast her eyes back up at the wolf and draw a paw through the dirt as she tried to think of a wolf. What had Selini told her? “its my duty to learn through play. so. I'm.. playing” she explained