Jade Fern Grove Into the forest I go, to find my soul

Rhona looked about in wonder as she padded deeper into the verdant grove. She had never seen such a place! The dewdrops held by the reaching arms of the ferns damped her fur as she brushed by them, but she hardly noticed. The young wolf was fascinated by the viridian glow that filled the forest and the rays of light shining down into mottled pools onto the forest floor. She was even fascinated by the feathery looking ferns and sneezed as she got too close and one tickled her nose. 

Fluffy red ears turned this way and that at the chirping of the crickets and she laughed in delight as they would stop singing in the immediate area she was standing. Of course, this led her to pouncing from pool of light to pool of light and listening as the crickets would stop, then continue their chorus. She disturbed many other creatures as well, with her antics. She startled a pair of partridges and a weasel chittered at her, before scurrying away.