Bramblepoint Exodus.

For @Terance

As night gathered, and the wolf waited quietly. He'd stopped among the bramble bushes to rest through the hours of most unbearable Summertime heat that lazy afternoon, choosing to doze in the shade to ease his travel-worn muscles. Only when the sun began its descent did he rouse, raising his golden crown to study his surroundings and listen to the calming song of blackbirds as they foraged for fruit in the dimming sunlight.

By the time he managed to pull himself stiffly onto his paws with a groan, the temperature had dipped considerably. He stretched out a hind limb and shook his pelt free of loose dirt before he pressed onward through the foliage in search of the most appealing berries.