Whitebark Stream this banana bread has walnuts

The invitation was received with a second jump back into the stream, which unapologetically sent water cascading over his red and white companion. He grinned foolishly at her, his tail fanning back and forth."Oh good!" he chirped, pleased to hear that her pack was flourishing under her lead, but she was quick to follow up with a question about his own pack, and he could not help but sigh as he replied. "No."

He swatted the water surface. He was visibly deflated to have to report that he was still a lone wolf. He had made a strong effort to continue his optimism, to be hopeful - and he was to an extent, but he was also bothered by it. It had been about three months since he had agreed to follow her. It was not a terribly long stretch of time, in truth, but it had been long enough. That he had been so excited, riding high on the prospect of a new home, was likely the reason he struggled now. Not to mention, those he waited on had a home, and need not worry about spending the cold dark days of winter alone.

"If it hasn't happened by the end of fall, I think I am going join up with another." He shook his head. "I don't want to spend another winter as a lone wolf." He didn't even want to spend tomorrow as one.