Heron Lake Plateau So excuse us while we sing to the sky

Thanks for joining! <3

He didn't spot the other wolf at first, busy admiring all the little things around him that likely would not interest an adult in the slightest. That was until he glanced upward, eyes squinting as he saw a bright, firey orange figure hurrying toward him, a bone in her muzzle. The young Blackthorn blinked, suddenly faced with a wolf he had not really spoken to before. "Uh... hi!" He chirped, deciding that they seemed friendly enough, however quick his assumption may have been.