Firefly Ravine One year old and counting.

After bellowing into the quiet morning light, she sat upwards, letting the warm sunshine cushion her muzzle with heat. Head low to the ground, she began to sneak through the grass in search of a potential playmate. It was morning and some wolves did prefer to sleep in, Rain was not like those wolves, preferring to get up as early as possible and embrace the day, making the most out of it. 
'Is anyone awake yet?'
Rain spoke into the empty clearing.