Broken Antler Fen Time marches on

So distracted was the yearling coywolf that he didn't notice the other wolf approaching him at first. When Ahmed did his jaw nearly dropped.

She was a couple of months younger than him by the looks of it and extraordinarily beautiful to Ahmed. Granted he had never seen a female his own age, ever, but still. She was brown with white markings down her muzzle and following along her chest. She also happened to be a bit smaller than him, most likely due to her age.

Realizing that he was staring at her, Ahmed shook his head and cleared his throat nervously. 

"Oh, um the moose?" Ahmed could have hit himself. What else could she have meant? "Well duh, yeah the moose." Ahmed realized he was rambling and gave another nervous little cough. "Yeah, I found it like this."

"Um, I'm Ahmed," he introduced himself with a shy but boyish smile.