Jade Fern Grove one but not the same

Haven sighed a long and happy sigh. Today had been just fine. She had spent to morning hunting, in which she had managed to kill a nice sized rabbit. The rabbit had tied her over for the rest of the day and she had spent it lazing about in a patch of flowers by a small stream. The young she-wolf loved rolling about in flowers, the scent intrigued her and the luminescent colors simply made her happy. Haven thought she was alone, and laid on her back completely vulnerable. Her pink tongue lolled out of her mouth and she watched upside down a small bug crawl up the stem of a pink flower.

Suddenly she heard a crackle sound, the sound of a twig breaking and she could smell the scent of wolf. She immediately rolled over and sat in a crouching position, ears perked straight up as she looked dead at a smaller wolf standing by the stream and drinking his share. He smelled familiar, like a Grove wolf. This relaxed Haven a bit, he looked familiar too. He looked a lot like Scimitar, the Alpha that had accepted her into the pack. Maybe they're relatedshe thought with a shrug before she stood completely up and made a short and friendly bark to the younger wolf.

Haven slowly trod away from her flower bed and came over to the other wolf. She cocked her head to the side as she looked him over, and said cheerfully, Are you related to Scimitar? It was quite an odd greeting, but she the grey and golden wolf didn't care. She simply spoke her mind.