Phoenix Maplewood What if the witches wrote the book

It didn't take long before a flash of dove grey entered his radar. With a curious twitch of his muzzle, he took a step back in surprise, wondering why on earth this new fellow was in such a rush. "Hey there," he greeted as he strode closer to her cache of berry bushes. "I had no idea wolves were able to eat berries," he pondered as his honeyed eyes inspected her slight form, watching as her teeth stripped the branches of their small blue spheres.

With a swish of his plumed tassel, he let the faintest twitch of a smile appear upon his features. Perhaps if he could first acquaintance himself with this stranger then it would be a lot less suspicious to gage what information he needed.