King Elk Forest proton, neutron, electron, crouton

Sunflower can’t deny the sudden tension in the pack, at least since the hunt, but she doesn’t know anything about it. The pack is small and she often keeps to herself, but that doesn’t mean she’s lazy. Except today. Mostly, she doesn’t want to run into any of the other wolves to avoid whatever drama is happening (by assumption only) and she spends her time near the outskirts. 

There’s a clearing she found a few days ago that, at the perfect time of day, offers a few hours of good sun that helps heat up her fur. By the time she arrives, it’s halfway covered, and the young wolf trots out like she owns the world. She circles once, twice, and three times, before she finds the perfect spot, and rather ungracefully, she plops down on the ground. She groans quietly and stretches out her legs, before she falls limp on the ground and lets the sun do its job. 

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