Sleepy Fox Hollow west of the moon

"Boy you don't waste time do you, Journ," the swarthy youth exclaimed, whirling to catch up with her when she had moved so far ahead. She had always been quick and nimble. It felt like it had taken eons to feel comfortable in his own flesh. He still did not feel as though he had filled his frame or that he could control much of it. More than once he had stumbled on his own steps. Time and the chiming of their birthday had granted him more than his gangly puppy days ever had. From there, the future seemed optimistic. Brave had wondered if Journey felt the same, or ever had. 

"What if there was another wolf out there and there are more tracks?" he called to her, a sing-song note slipping into his voice.