Wishful Thinking [All Welcome]

She watched the older wolf with amusement. He seemed quite laid back, and she was enjoying her time spent with him, however short that time had been so far. She listened to his entire speech, small as it was, without interrupting, and watched as he showed her that his nose was the color of dust no matter what. Something about this male put her at ease.

When he was done speaking, it was her turn. “I’m not that young,” she began. “I am old enough to bear pups, and that is old enough for me. And I don’t much care what color my fur is. If other wolves prefer a darker or lighter pelt, that’s up to them. If they don’t like the color of my fur, they can shove it up their asses. ‘Scuse my language,” she added, though she didn’t sound apologetic at all.

She took another long, happy sigh at this point, and, with a smile, rolled over onto her back in the shallows and squirmed around, splashing water and mud all over herself. With a sudden thought, she pulled her head back so that she was looking at the male upside-down. “You wanna have some fun, Old Man? A splashing contest, maybe?”