Swiftcurrent Creek even the sun is dressed in black

Hm. Seemed appropriate to end it here. It was fun! Let's have another sometime.

With the eclipse bowing out to the roar of a standing ovation, it seemed appropriate for the little red wolf to also take her leave. Rising suddenly, she laughed as the older male approved of her name. "Gray Star it is, at least for now," she said, alluding to them meeting once again. She would not mind spending another afternoon with the peppered wolf, with or without an eclipse holding their attention. "Red Cap!" she said before bounding off. Her body streaked through the air, and for a moment, it did seem like a red cape unfurling itself in the wind. If only she had a picnic basket with grandmother's goods in hand. Then she could truly be a fable.