Lost Creek Hollow the stars are alive

@Polaris

Birds chirped from overhead in the trees, bustling about from branch to branch with little regard for the slumbering wolf beneath them. His dark figure was dappled softly in the light of the sun, or at least what could stream through the foliage. The rest was draped in dark shade. It seemed a suitable place for someone to find a moment of peaceful slumber. The way that his whiskers twitched, and his paws seemed to jitter in place, like he was running, suggested that Brave had lost himself to a world of dreams. Within them, he anticipated that he might chase an elk the size of the mountains and fell it for his family. They would feast for the rest of their lives without ever feeling hungry.
 
Rustling in the bushes just before a lean-framed fox burst into the clearing was enough to rouse the dark wolf from his sleep. Brave sat up quickly, locking eyes with the slender trickster just moments before it turned from him and scurried away into the dark brambles. The wolf watched for only a moment before his lips parted in a wide yawn. He stretched his lean frame to rid it of the sleep that it craved and he fell back onto his haunches in a seated position.