Greatwater Lake Fledgling with a Broken Wing

A wolf of ginger and sun! He was not so small as her! He looked at her interest, and she returned it back! He was interesting. This stranger must be nice! Very nice! She nearly offered a slight smile to him. So, she decided then that she liked this stranger. Swishing her tail, wagging it about low to the ground and tip-toeing closer to the first male that had come her way, she had immediately been scampering back when his once nearly friendly demeanor had changed from curiosity, to turning away from her only to greet her back again in a snarl. A snarl that was intertwined with another's. Trickster! Trickster strangers! Pushing pitched air out of tight, stressed nostrils, she whined again, this time in confusion before pain. 

This time, she was approached differently, and by a being far less accepting in the moment than the other had once been. Shaking her head and continuously offering her cheek to the great giant cloaked in father moons night. Even the stranger she must have wrongly seen as open, she offered submission to. She was low enough that her hocks were nearly dragging. Running her tongue repeatedly over her lips, she licked the air in their direction. He was big! This fascinated her as much as it forced her to give him herself as more peaceful.