Phoenix Maplewood The children are our future

Loneliness had become something the pale tawny girl had grown accustom to. It was something she didn't quite understand, for she didn't know much of anything else. Shale had died, and her mother seemed to have withdrawn from them all. The pack had slowly dwindled, and while she had her siblings, she still didn't see them often.

So when she saw the loping form of the silver male she only knew by name and status, she halted her moping pace, feeling a wave of apprehension at suddenly finding herself in a potential social circumstance. Her ears flattened to her fine skull as she felt her figure almost all but whither closer to the ground in nerves.

She didn't feel prepared for this, and her eyes darted to the ground, almost hoping the lead male wouldn't even notice her presence.