The Sunspire I miss the taste of a sweet life

Red seemed to relax enough to allow Ptarmigan to ease herself, as well. Perhaps all was not lost to the line between lone wolves and pack wolves, and some semblance of a relationship could still be salvaged from it. Nevertheless, she was fixed with the coywolf's stare and a sharp reminder that they lived in different worlds entirely, with Ptarmigan possibly never settling down or maturing, while Red was coming into her own.

“I'm just wandering,” she responded to the Sunspire subordinate's unspoken question. It certainly didn't answer what she was doing lingering so dangerously close to a pack's borders, but that in and of itself was apparent. She was being a pain in the ass, plain and simple. She had been born a pain in the ass and her whole youth had been a pain in the ass, first for her parents and then for herself. She had had more than a few pains in her ass, and a few other places, if she was to acknowledge her single litter of (probably dead) children. It was time for her to be the pain again.