Blackfoot Forest way out of range

Nonsense, that post is great <3

Lagan was just running from one tree to another, when he caught a glimpse of a brown cinnamon tuft in the distance. It stuck out in the dark woods, as did his own silver fur. He gazed at it curiously for a moment, unsure of what it belonged to. It looked sort of wolfish, except where its head should be was just a bulge. Lagan's eyes grew wider and wider as he looked at it, watching it shift around, all headless like. He was sort of scared, but also intrigued. He stepped forward cautiously, his own head low but his apple green eyes glued to the lump.

When he got close enough he finally realized that the strange lump wasn't some monster, but was in fact a wolf. He just had his head down. And now that he could see the wolf for what he was, Lagan started to think something he'd never thought before. He's pretty. He didn't know what that implied, for he was barely even a year old yet. But he knew he'd never thought that about anyone before, and so the thought only made him more intrigued by the cinnamon boy. Lagan chuffed lightly to get his attention, his tail wagging slightly.