The Sunspire rolling with the summer breeze

Bobber was trotting through the SunSpire territory, when she slid on a rotted out tree branch, big enough to hold her weight. She slid down the mountainside, fear welling up inside her, when she stumbled to a stop from a tree root. Stumbling off of the log, she rolled a little ways down the mountain.

Getting up, the yearling shook her pelt, then padded towards a clearing. Two wolves were sitting together, talking. One was talking about the other being her 'captor', whatever that meant. Bobber couldn't help but proceed into the small gathering.

"Hello," she started, leaping up onto a tree branch just out of reach of the wolves. "I am Bobber, and I am looking for friends. I have one, her name is Flit, and she is above me." The bob-cat had one friend, an imaginary one, who was always sweet to her. "Do you want to be my friends too?"