Wild Berry Meadow Cool kids never have the time

He seemed a little apprehensive and Harps certainly didn't blame him. She remembered running into the two wolves the other day, afraid they would chase her away from their kill. One had ended up fleeing but the other had been the worst kind of wolf: totally nasty for no reason she could distinguish. The yearling didn't want the young male to feel the way she had that day, so she quickly dropped the rabbit and mirrored his sit.

"Hi, my name's Harps. What's yours?" she replied, then pointed a toe at the rabbit and asked, "Would you like to share this with me?" It was a paltry meal, especially compared to the huge buck rotting on the ridge, but Harps was here to make friends and was happy to share.