Shita, her long-ish light brown fur with red and blond highlights shimmering, sat on a cave over a creek, the stone jutting over the water. A slight breeze tugged her fur, and a hare carcass lain nearby. The forested hills of the mountains were all around, and at one point, a buck stepped into an open field. It lifted it's head, staring right at Shita. Her tail flicked once, a sure sign that she was thinking hard:
I need a pack. I can't live on hares alone. But, if I join one, what if they rank me so low I eat last? What if they think I'm odd? What if they make me sleep in the cold? What if I can't escape? Will the males swoon over some beautiful silver she-wolf, and not even try giving me a chance?
She sighed. It seemed as if there was no good side to being in a pack, but being a lone wolf was, well, lonely. The last pack she had been in, the males ignored her, the wolves hated her, they even gave her odd looks, and she had managed on scraps alone. It seemed as though she was bound to be slim forever, as if she was built to be slim.