Emberwood sail

Hope you don't mind me :D

Now that Stavanger Bay's ranks had grown by four — four tiny new additions that would grow incredibly quick — Atreyu had taken it upon himself to scout out herds that would provide for their pack. The leaders were somewhat out of commission for the moment, he determined, because looking after puppies was hard work. Well, when they were older, at least. At the moment they were nothing more than fuzzy, wiggly sources of poop and crying that Atreyu wanted no part of. He would only associate with them once they could walk and talk — when he could take them out for adventures!

Yet he still wanted to provide any help he could, and so took off down his usual trail along the coast before veering east, eventually heading towards a forest that almost seemed like it was on fire.

The boy gazed at the foliage as he wandered, peering curiously at the bursts of bright oranges and fiery reds that adorned the branches. How had he never seen this forest before? It was nothing like the evergreen woods that branched off from the Bay. A silver figure moving through the trees a short distance away suddenly caught the yearling's attention, and he pressed himself close to the ground, pale eyes watching it. A coyote? The scent wafting towards him told otherwise, however, and Atreyu rose again, giving an amicable bark towards the stranger. He was in a good mood today, and felt like some company.