Margo was feeling a little bit more confident today than she was normally used to. Perhaps it's because the encounter she had with her half-brother just a day previously had gone a little better than she would have expected. Not perfect, but a little better. Just because she was confident, however, did not mean that the girl thought herself capable to make any sort of meaningful relationship with any of the wolves in her pack that she'd yet to spend much time around, but perhaps she'd be able to hold a conversation without saying or doing something too embarrassing. She hoped.
The Valle child had been at the heart of the pack territory. She'd been there for some time, desperately hoping that another wolf would approach her so that she wouldn't have to do it herself. To Margo, approaching someone would be the hardest part, and also the part where she was most likely to make a fool out of herself. The wolf was confident, not stupid. She kind of wanted to just give up and go take a nap, but the girl knew that this was something she absolutely needed to see through to the end. For herself. If nobody showed up, whatever, that wasn't an error on her end. Not unless the other wolves were purposely avoiding her, turning tail the second they saw her in the clearing. Then she supposed it was a her problem. But that wasn't the case, was it?
Those last second intrusive thoughts made Margo's eyes widen as she caught sight of the approaching pup... Pinecone, was it? The poor girl hadn't seen that miserable ole' Margo had been lingering nearby, and now Margo's presence was going to ruin Pinecone's whole day. She felt guilty, maybe she should just leave and take a nap after all before the pup felt the obligation to talk to her.