beg for it,

The almost-nameless wasn't trespassing anywhere at the moment. She couldn't help but be relieved- it seemed like every grain of dirt belonged to some power-hungry alpha. But it sure was fun to trespass, seeing the pack wolf's reactions. It was extremely easy to get on their nerves. Now she came across a white canine. She watched the stranger for a moment- they seemed confused and lost, looking for something, perplexed. She walked up, a bit annoyed that there might be another pack wolf, but her scent didn't hold the scent of many wolves like other pack wolves. "You're not a pack wolf." She observed, it was her only greeting. Perhaps they would get along better because of this, but she couldn't be sure. They could still end up enemies, and the half-year old was pretty sure it depended on the other one's personality.