Jade Fern Grove everywhere i look i see green scenic sublime.

Whittier was addicting to the male – the boy’s bright smile and eagerness pulled at the heavy weight that seemed to cling to his shoulders, and the cinnamon wolf felt the corner of his lips quirk in to a lazy grin.
 
With a nod of agreement, Scimitar nudged the boys flank, pushing him to move forward. “That’s a good idea, kiddo,” he mused quietly, though he didn’t know how to tell his son that his mother would probably only appreciate it as long as Scimitar had nothing to do with it. Or as long as he wasn’t in the vicinity.
 
“What do you think you should get her?” As if trying to coax the ‘we’ to ‘he,’ the cinnamon wolf began to lope forward, his eyes drifting about the ground then in search of something his boy could give to his mate.