The preservation of the martyr in me-Psychosocial

Grass, rivers, trees (leafless), gray skies. This was like some kind of empty plane of existence, like a weird dream where you kept walking on and on but never came to anything different. V padded through it all, shaking the cold out of her fur once in a while and looking hopefully for anything at all that was ineresting or fun. Maybe in summer this place was okay. Probably frogs and snakes to eat by the river and fireflies and stuff. Right now the ground was frozen solid, so even digging holes was too difficult to be entertaining. Ugh.

The young female yawned to herself and stared at the ground as she went along. Nothing to run into, so there was no real reason to watch where she was going. She was bored of being by herself all the time. It wasn't fun and not having fun was the worst thing. Paws moving along. Count the steps. She got to ten before even that became too boring and she stopped to look around.

A quick glance around the horizon showed nothing but part of a frozen river and a bird in the distance, over some mountains or something. Closer in she spotted a white thing that might be a bush with some snow or might be a wolf. No, it moved. Definitely a wolf. She'd sneak up on it.
The ranger crouched down, red eyes gleaming, and stalked along in the dead grass. Quiet as possible. She was super good at that these days; the grass around her rustled slightly and that was it. Might be her or it might be the wind. Her subject would never know. She got close enough to see that it was a white wolf and female and got a strange smell from them. Probably a pack or something. V was pretty much over packs.

The girl waited a second to see what the other wolf was doing, decided it wasn't important or interesting, and decided to surprise the stranger instead. Deep breath in, narrowed eyes, relaxed muscles. Then everything tightened up into a ball and she leaped out of hiding with a bloodcurling shriek, stopped far enough away to avoid being attacked, and paused for an instant to judge the white wolf's reaction.