Larksong Grotto Yay! You survived a month!

Zaavier's slender ears picked up the sound of rustling a couple yards away. He was unaware that he was so close to another wolf, and being as social as he is, he hobbled over. He knew there was a pup among he ranks, but actually meeting him was a surprise to him. He didn't know why, but it did. The small thing was scampering around around the few dead leaves that lay upon the early summer ground. He eyed the puppy with amusement and stepped out of the bushes, tail wagging. He knelt down so he was almost eye level with the little warrior and gave him a warm smile. "Hey bub." He rumbled with a chuckle. "Playing with the leaves, I see? They're great, especially in the fall." He doubted the little pup had any idea what he was saying, but he said it anyways.

"They fall from all the trees and cover the ground. Then, you can scoop them up into big ol' piles and jump in them! I used to do that all the time as a kid." He smiled again as the happy memories seeped into his mind again. He played with Jackal, Lainey and Mirabell when she was still alive and well. They would tustle with each other through the leaves. Laika and Raynar would often come over too. He remembered Laika as a puppy... a white blob of weirdness. Then there was Osprey, but no one cared about him. He was the bitch of the family and Zaavier could care less if he was murdured and no one found his body. Shaking those images from his head, he focused on watching little Seff play.