Sitting, unknowing of what to do yet, the young she-wolf observed her surroundings. The local watering hole was filled with breeds far different from her own and she’d seen only a few before, she knew that the rest must be regulars. After all, she only came when the moon’s face shown in the night sky. Her pelt blacker than normal with her white paws exposed, she smiled as she once again gazed around her. The sun’s harsh rays sprayed over her legs, yet she was unwilling to move out of range just yet. If she wasn’t careful, the girl would most likely fall sleep and that wouldn’t do. An meeting was to be called in the day, and she was expected to make the appointment, no mater how dull it was. With a stretch she loosened the cramped up muscles of her back and once again returned to her lazing. Were she smarter, she’d finish her work, but her level of boredom was already killing her, so she decided to mearly. She knew she would be returning to this very spot later that night, as was becoming her routine, but it was not only for the drink. She’d recently seen a male that had caught her interest and even though her instants told her he was of her breed, something kept her from approaching him. She shook her head as she wondered at this. How one so outgoing, so open, could be so shy was a mystery she would probably never figure out.