Jade Fern Grove The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Spring found herself pondering the males theory, but shrugged.  It didn’t matter right now, when she had other much more important things to focus on, than a weirdly placed patch of ferns.  Maybe she could investigate, later if she got around to it.  The brown female let out a small chuff of laughter at the white colored males joke.

Spring’s ears perked, when the wolf mentioned his name, Ishi.  It was a nice name in her opinion and it was fun to say.  “Ishi.”  Spring murmured testing it the word out on her lips.  “Nice name.  I’m Spring.”  The female complemented and responded.