Swiftcurrent Creek summertime blues

Fox huffed, already knowing that she was going to get frustrated far sooner than most would have. The yearling leader was impatient, and hearing self-pity was one way to wear on her patience rather quickly. “Look,” she began, “If you keep on worrying about what everybody else thinks, you’re never going to be able to focus on what you want.” Fox knew what she wanted, and she had taken it at every opportunity.

“If you act like an adult, the others will treat you like one. If you act like a whimpering pup, well...” Fox trailed off, insinuating that they would treat her like that. The Alpha was proof that even small wolves could make their way to the top. Fox had found that many others lacked the confidence to step forward and make their lives better. “There’s a wolf here,” she said, remembering a certain someone's joining day, “Serengeti is her name. Maybe you could talk to her? She’s probably a lot better at explaining this kind of stuff.”