Jade Fern Grove weep for yourself my man

Kessa liked exploring. There was something intriguing about finding places no one else knew about and making them your own. In particular, the ebony female liked finding nooks and crannies to poke her head into. One never knew if they led to a bigger picture. 

It was from behind one such place that she came upon Sriracha. It was a thick bush, hollow in the middle, and just big enough for the yearling to hide in. She had only just gotten comfortable when the flash of dark fur alerted her to the leader's presence. 

Kessa considered Sriracha her own in a way. He was the only reason she was here and the young femme had attached herself to him emotionally, ready to serve in any way she could. Kessa idolized Sriracha and wasn't at all shy about talking to him. Or attempting to talk anyways.

She pushed her way out of the bush with a wriggle, giving her cough/ bark greeting. Kessa moved to follow alongside the Spanish wolf in silent companionship, tail wagging happily.