Otatso Wetlands glow in the dark

Leaf did not turn around as the other wolf spoke, but continued to look out. It was only until the question of purpose arose that the little red wolf felt something hot and prickly in her chest. She did not know why she was here, even though she knew it would be for at the least the summer; and she did not know why she had been brought into existence. Sometimes, it felt as if she had been created for someone's pleasure--and was not worth much more beyond that. Her life seemed ephemeral at best. This should not have bothered her. It was how she lived her life, but maybe this was how she had been created to live her life--"Of course we do!" The words came out with a snap, and considering the little red wolf was not quite herself, she immediately blushed. "I know," she began, attempting to recover whatever remained of her dignity, "that I do. I was brought here for a purpose, even made with a purpose." Her eyes had fallen lower onto the ground. "I just don't know if I like that purpose." Or rather, did not know if she liked how short-lived it might possibly be.