Wild Berry Meadow Spring time!

Spring was in the air, and Cicero enjoyed the warm glow of the sun as it warmed him as he wandered through the meadow. His thin fur made for cold winters, so Cicero liked the warming weather. He had not expected company, but when another wolf was lazing around, seemingly enjoying the sun and promise of spring, Cicero decided to approach despite the fear that still lingered in his gut.

The Blackfeather wolf approached tensely, though there was no threat in his step. His tail hung long and his expression was neutral upon approach. He waited at a safe distance and chuffed to announce his presence. "The promise of spring is nice, no?"