7 Tips For Beating The $*!# Out Of Social Anxiety

*Sephira* · 11-24-2018, 11:08 AM

Sephira wasn't known by many for her manners. She was a wolf most mothers steered pups away from when they saw her coming their way. Even before her first year she had received a well earned reputation for being... brash. To some degree it was a front, sure, but it was also an undeniable fact that Sephira had a hard time keeping her mouth shut when she was feeling "passionate." That could mean excited, or frustrated, or angry. Occasionally hungry. On this day, and in this moment specifically, she was feeling most of those things. Kai's offhand water-off-a-duck's-wing responses weren't doing a damn thing to help either, but if she tried to sink her teeth into him the odds of then finding a meal after the resulting ruckus would be even lower. What had she ever done in her life to deserve this?

"You don't like my attitude, you are free to leave at any time," she griped back, eyes narrowed. Who did he think he was? Moderately handsome smooth talker, obviously expected wolves to fall to his paws in gratitude for his presence. She'd seen his type before. And whether that was true or not, the impression had been made and she wasn't one to change her mind easily. He was welcome to prove her wrong, but she'd be dead before she admitted it so it didn't really matter either way.

Luckily for them both perhaps, neither spoke for a long while as they made their way as stealthy as possible through the reeds and occasional wet patches. Kai froze and Sephira paused in turn, waiting to catch sight of whatever had his attention. But then, drifting shadows beyond the cattails ahead solidified into ducks. A rough estimate told her there were perhaps four or five at least, but they would be difficult to get to. They could travel up the stream's edge for a bit, but to get close would be... tricksy. Sephira pointed her nose to a clump of cattails near by, growing at the edge of a raised section of bank which had fallen away a foot or two above the water's surface. If they were lucky, it seemed a good enough spot as any for an ambush. Under her breath, only slightly louder than her rumbling stomach, she said, "If we can get to the bit of bank there without them seeing us, we can lie in wait for them to swim close enough."

It would require a fair bit of luck, and she would come away even more soaked than she already was, but it would be worth it with a full belly. She waited to see what the irritant would have to say about her plan, though frankly if he didn't like it he was welcome to go find his food elsewhere. She slowly, keeping her body low and pawsteps light, began to creep for it, mindful that the ducks did not pick up on her approach.

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