The Floodlands Tickle your cheek and take your throne, pump your veins with gushing gold.

Evening heard the woman before she saw her, her head jerking up suddenly to see who had spoken to close to her. She halted suddenly squinted at the other wolf, whose coat was ablaze with orange sunset light, and quickly squeezed her eyes shut. “Augh!” she shouted, in annoyance and pain. “Sorry, but it’s kinda hard to watch where I’m going when I can’t see!” She was too flustered now to care about being rude, or being attacked by the other female. She flopped down unceremoniously, not caring that her undersides were now soaked. “Do me a favor and tell me when the sun is all the way down.” She kept her eyes firmly closed and laid them on her paws in front of her, looking for all the world like she was asleep. “This is why I don’t go out during the day!” she griped.