Cedar Sweep a moon, worn as if it had been a shell;

The smell in that place was ethereal; a woody, spiced aroma carried through the cool afternoon air. Amun knew it as a forest scent very unlike the place he'd grown up in. A cicada buzzed once or twice, a telling sign of the heat surely to come.

The young wolf carried with him the bone of a deer. He had earlier found its remains, no doubt felled by a group of wolves somewhere nearby. The carcass had largely been picked clean by ravens and smaller predators, but Amun had savaged a shoddy bit of tough meat. The bone he carried itself had nothing on it - he'd long sucked it dry in an attempt to get at the marrow inside.

As he strolled, happy with his find, the trees seemed to part as curtains upon a vision of a creature. A she-wolf was moving across from him like a cloud on a stormy day. Her elegance stole his breath away, and as he tried to swallow, drool slipped stupidly off the side of the bone. He wiped it dimly with his wrist. "Hghullow," he said, and then dropped the bone to the forest floor. "Uh, sorry, hello." She was similar in colour to one of his sisters, but far prettier.