Golden Glade Blow Out

She padded lightly thorugh the glade, taking in the bright spring colors and peltiful abundance of life. Her ivory colors stood out in this land, more prone to the winter months. It was not a thing that she minded of course, a good hunter knew of to work around such an impasse. The light breeze carried the wafting scent of the blooming flowers to her snout. The flowery scent was so pungent she nearly sneezed.

It was the light shining off of a glimmering obsidian pelt that made her pause her stride. Excitement washed over her as she chuffed at the other wolf. It was most certainly one of the pack members, this far into the glade, but whom it was she did not know. Her sweet voice cried out a happy note, "Hello!" And she bounded over, making sure to keep her tail low although it swayed with enthusiasm.