Sunspire Mountains Two Loners

Helena, she of the short attention span, settled into the grass next to Dante as the two male wolves discussed packs. Having never really been a part of a pack, Helena was in no rush to find one but she wouldn't complain if there were any around willing to take in two loners. She had no interest in leaving Dante's side, he had a comforting presence and she knew he could keep her out of trouble.

A small moth fluttered nearby, its soft wings brushing the clover and blades of grass near Helena's paws. She watched, entranced, as the moth fluttered closer, landing on the tip of her nose. Helena could feel her vision blur as her eyes crossed, fighting to keep the moth in focus. The tiny creature slowly fanned its wings, grazing her snout with it's tiny insect legs. Suddenly, a great sneeze shook Helena's body, sending her tumbling backwards into a tangled pile of legs and tail.