Lost Creek Hollow In the dead of Night

Taikon wanted to forget his past, but he seemed unable to escape it. He had come across many a wolf who seemed happy and content in their family packs, and he had to remind himself that he, too, had once been happy. It was when people had found what was wrong with him that everything went to shit.
He walked through the Hollow, but all he could think of was Cella. Lately, she poisoned his thoughts. The beautiful women he had met on his journey seemed nothing to him. There was something wrong with him for this, he was sure.
A bird flew out from the undergrowth not far from him, and his gaze shifted quickly to meet a girl.
She had a curious red colour to her. Her legs in particular were dipped in a deep cherry that he had never seen before. She was an odd, lovely animal. Hi, said Taikon. The white male had not seen her fumble. Did that bird fly away from you? He smiled broadly. He had no idea she had been in hunting mode.