Jade Fern Grove feet don't fail me now

soon, something larger than a squirrel did emerge. . .though nothing he was keen on hunting. a she-wolf, aged several seasons, her agouti fur (much like his) blending into the earthy tones of the forest. he gave her a chuff, hoping that she had caught sight and scent of him as well, so as not to startle her.

was she hunting, too? of course, she must be. everyone had to be; the game was good, the weather even better. a cool spring was turning to summer as the days grew longer. surya couldn't be happier with the warmer temperatures, though he knew his thicker-furred friends were shedding and miserable.