Emberwood You and I are the same!

Oh yes, beaver was on the menu today.  He had risen alongside the sun before the heat became too oppressive to bear.  A lone wolf stood little chance against many of the mammals that the Emberwood offered — deer, moose, elk; any of the ungulates were off the menu.  But beavers were fat and compared to rabbits, they were slow.

He came to the river's edge and crouched, well hidden between the aspen and birch, the bleached tip of his tail bobbing as he adjusted himself to leap.  He missed so ungracefully that he frightened the ones in front of him away, and he began the search for more..

But not before the scent of another caught his attention who smelled a little bit like that girl who he had shared his space with in the rain.  He raised his head and adjusted his course until the stranger was in sight, and as he emerged from between the trees he chuffed in his direction.