The preservation of the martyr in me-Psychosocial

The white wolf jumped in the air and spun around and snarled at her, but V was too busy laughing at the result of her experiment. Or game. It was a game, right? The stranger didn't seem to be taking it that way. V danced farther away from the angry wolf, wagged her tail, and decided she probably ought to patch things up a bit. "Hey, calm down. It was just a joke." She grinned in what she hoped was a disarming manner. Maybe wolves in this country didn't like games. They needed to lighten up, then. This one seemed super serious. Maybe V could fix that. She was good at fixing people's problems, it seemed like.

"Want to go ice skating?" V didn't really like ice skating, but for some reason it seemed super important that she become friends with this female and the best way to do that was to have activities. Ice skating was pretty good sometimes and a few of the steams that met up with the river here seemed to be frozen. They could probably manage it.

The ranger decided it was safe to move a bit closer so she could see the other female more closely. Bigger than V, as per usual. Blue eyes. Not much else to tell apparently. She smelled different from the other loners V had met, so probably a pack wolf or maybe even a foreigner. Or maybe she wasn't. Technically V was one of those. "My name's V."

It was polite to introduce oneself; she sort of remembered learning all this stuff about manners when she was little. Littler, at least.