Akeila smiled, she searched her brain, searching desperately for a conversation starter. "Um... So, you have a mate? Sorry, if I'm crossing boundaries." As she said this, she tucked her tail in, acknowledging the fact, that her tail was still flying free in the breeze. I hate being in heat.. she thought to herself, you finally get noticed by boys but their usually jerks that like getting drunk on the sweet scent of heat. She sighed.
She stared into the water, hallucinating the image of her mother beside her. She never had a mother, never had that motherly-figure. Her mother was too busy with her siblings. To notice Akeila as she struggled through life. She never got to experience those one on one times--the special moments where you talk about boys--the times her sisters talked so fondly of. She never even knew how to approach a boy confidently; too shy and oblivious of the ways of she-wolves. She stared down at her reflection, as a tear rolled down her cheek; stupid she thought... "your not even close to being a proper she-wolf... the way your mother was; your a disappointment and a disgrace". It was no longer her voice she heard, but her father's, it bellowed and boomed, echoing in her brain.