Phoenix Maplewood talent is something you make bloom

@Artyom - sorry this took me a moment. My work is a tad nuts at the moment. <3

The forest was a stunning shade of summer green. Sunlight glittered through the foliage and dappled the woodland floor. It seemed to rest so peacefully there, that the tall figure of the dark young wolf appeared to skirt around each patch that he happened upon. He moved at a steady pace, nose pressed to the earth to drink in its scents and determine where his path should divert to lead him elsewhere. The warmth of the season change could be felt across his back for a moment as the wind brushed the boughs of the trees overhead and cast a ray of golden light onto his dark figure.
 
Brave drew his narrow muzzle upward and peered at the flash of blue heavens. Birds fluttered from the trees, calling down to him in a melodious tune. He saw the bustling brown of the animal’s young and decided that it would be best for him to move on. Brave was certain that he did not want to be reprimanded for pausing so near to a nest.
 
As the trees started to thin and the sun had risen into the sky, the inky traveler began his search for a sign of fresh water. After passing through a small clearing and into a portion of thicker wood, his ears swiveled atop his head and he froze for a moment. The sound of trickling water could be heard through the brush ahead of him. Brave’s tongue lolled from the side of his mouth as he stepped through the rough bush and emerged where the edge of a stream stopped amid the trees.