Phoenix Maplewood memories

Sorry this is short.

With memories of Oakstead flooding her mind, Daylily began to hum a song she heard often during this time of year. She didn’t sing the words, only hummed the tune as she wandered among the bare trees. The wind suddenly changed direction and brought with it the scent of a male wolf somewhere ahead. Her tail wagged as she tried to search around the trees for his form. “Hello?” she called out, moving forward. Eventually, she saw his white-and-tawny form in front of her. “There you are!” she said happily, as if she had been waiting for him for ages. “Have you come for a drink at the stream? I’m afraid it’s mostly frozen over.”