Phoenix Maplewood Who wants to play?

She sighed. Her face then scrunched slightly when the wolf insisted on invading her personal space. Regipre made a point of moving away from her and taking a seat perhaps a yard and a half away. She hoped the wolf cub would get the message and stop trying to get so close.

"Coyote," Reggie answered, unaware that she spoke the Dothoran word for her species. "No," she added emphatically when the other young girl repeated her request to play. "Play is for babies," she said, a jab she would never have said in front of an adult. But she didn't fear the wrath of this young wolf. She didn't seem the type anyway.