Nature vs. Self (Open!)

[Sivoncé™]

LUCINA was alone -- which suited her just fine. She was a red-pelted youngling, perhaps the age the packs would call neophyte. I don't care, she thought fiercely, the packs are stupid, anyway. They think they're the best wolves this land's ever bred. They don't even know half of the wolves in this valley, hmph! Lucina couldn't care less about the fact that she was a distant relative of two pack founders, nor did she much care that they still had power over the realm in which she currently lived. If they're all powerful, let them show it instead of hiding away in the clouds all the time!
Clearly, the young girl had a lot on her mind.
She was bent over a small fish pond she'd found in near the new den Annanti had found. Lucina had been sad to leave the cliffsides where she was born, but for some reason or another, Annanti had felt safer here. She'd moved the four of them -- Alvaro, Silvestre, Swan, and herself away from their birthplace. They had never met any sort of father. Annanti had vehemently insisted that they didn't want to meet him.
"It's not fair," Lucina sighed, watching the fish mill about carelessly. "Why is everyone else so big and powerful? Why can't I decide what I want by myself?"

[sono]

He laid on top of a rock taking a nap minding his own business. His fur was all mangy and unclean because of his last home, where he was kept in a cage not being taken care of. He opened an eye looking around "Hmm I thought I heard something..." He slowly got up and started to pad away, looking for a new place to sleep.

[Sivoncé™]

"Huh? What's that?" The girl was suddenly interrupted by a rustling in the brush -- a wolf was about, and stirring. With narrowed eyes, the young she-wolf dropped into a crouch and gradually prowled forward. Her senses worked the land around her -- wolf, yes, there was definitely wolf scent here. She growled instinctively, though on the inside, she felt conflicted. What if they're a nice wolf? I'll scare them away and I'll never even know if we could've been friends...
But instinct was still moving her forward; an alien was on her turf.
"Come out, coward! Don't hide from me in the bushes -- I can smell you all right! Come out!" Her crouch became more compact, and she swayed slightly on her haunches, waiting, watching with keen eyes.