Jade Fern Grove one but not the same

For @Haven!

The haze of early morning broke through the grove; sunbeams scattered through the fading color of leaves still left to cling on old branches. As tall as the dry grasses of a summer behind them, Pasha wove his way easily through to the center of the Grove. He was hot on the trail of something, though in this case it was more like someone. His mother had intrigued him with her talk of a newly accepted wolf among them and he desired to seek them out.

As he came to what could have been best described as a major intersection for the pack, he paused. The scent became muddied, mingling strongly with the others that had been through in their wake. He lost it for the time being, giving up far too easy. The day was still early anyway and if nothing else, Pasha was determined to find them. Calling for them would have been too easy — he wanted to see what she was up to first. He ventured onward then, letting his still over-sized feet guide him towards a nearby stream. Hard work made for a thirsty wolf, so he set to drinking from the cool waters.

johnny cash — one