Sleeping Dragon In the merry month of June

"What the hell do you think is this?!" Foxglove exclaimed, looking down at the half-eaten fish, when some part of the animal's insides had splayed accross her forepaws. "Urgh..." she scrunched up her nose, thus showing, how disgusted she felt, but after another moment of delibaration, picked it up and gulped it down in one take. "Your taste is awful," she told Junebell, who had always gone for more "exotic" (read- horrible) food and therefore made Foxglove suffer.

"I will most likely spend half of the next evening squat..." but she did not finish her sentence, because someone else's greeting (which was not Junebell) made her stop and jump in surprise. She furrowed her brow first, scrutinizing the other's face, trying to decipher, how much the red-pelted wolf had heard and understood. Then as if a magician had waved it's wand, the distrustful expression was changed immediately to one that spoke of open friendliness and cordiality. "Hello to you too!" Wag your tail, wag your tail, you fool! And few sways of her tail accompanied the greeting.