play nice

Rhian breathed in the crisp scent of early evening. She was as bored as she had ever been before in her life. Nobody seemed to be around, and no one would probably talk to her even if they saw her. She'd long since accepted as a fact of life that she was the type of person to approach others, and so she would just have to deal with their acceptance or rejection. It was good though. It meant that she was braver than most other wolves. If no one talked to anyone, nothing would ever get done. Like right now.

There weren't even any good games she wanted to play. She liked to play with other wolves. Fighting or hunting (which she hadn't actually done yet, but wanted to try) wouldn't be any fun if she was just on her own. She was a very extroverted girl. If it wasn't loud, chaotic, rough, and with at least one or two playmates, it wasn't the kind of game she liked.

She was near the border: close enough to see the other side, but not close enough that anybody would get mad at her. They could, if they wanted. She didn't mind. It would be fun.