Swiftcurrent Creek even the sun is dressed in black

Hope you don't mind me...!

The little red wolf was returning from a successful hunt when she encountered the dark sky. Her eyes glanced briefly upwards before she continued onwards. She had some meat she wanted to store in the pack's cache, and she would not be distracted. On the way, she passed by the den where the older wolf slumbered and would have paid no attention to the den had its inhabitant not exited with a faint smile on his face. "The sun is mourning," she said in a pleasant tone after she had dropped her day's catch at her feet. The rabbit slumped to the ground. "But he's handsome when he cries, no?" Waving her tail gently, she once more reached for the rabbit, determined to continue her way to the cache. She was a tireless worker.