Hushed Willows Switch The Flip

Rain made Dante feel like a bird. One of those happy little seabirds that he used to watch bob on the surface of the waves after having come up from a dive with a full belly. It made him feel refreshed, and bright, and hopeful. It was fair to say that the boy became a bit springy, perhaps too springy, when the rains came. A gross, sugary sort of perky that he couldn't help from indulging in, leaping around the territory and running like a giddy pup through the dense greenery. His short, plush coat became damp from the dew that collected in his fur as the outstetched arms of the willows grazed him, their leafy fingers running over the young man's pelt in a way that made Dante feel as though the trees were expressing their own fondness. The yearling was well-chuffed with himself for having expanded his relationships within the pack, as well as having done plenty of scouting of the surrounding territories, and now he was celebrating with a brisk run on a perfect, dewy morning. He wasn't sure he could remember the last time he'd had such a charmed day as this.

 The boy was clearing ground fast, moving swiftly over the land. A mirthful laugh burst from his throat, his eyes pinching shut with his smile as he trusted his paws to carry him safely through the foliage. He was unstoppable today. Today was a good day, such a good-

Oh fucking balls! 

Okay, yeah. Maybe Dante had a history of clumsiness. Maybe running at just-under-full-speed with his eyes shut on a day where the dew had made the ground particularly slippery hadn't been his brightest moment. Whatever. At least Dante was perky. Unfortunately for the young wolf, perkiness did not do much to ease the bite of the ground as he tumbled head-over-heels onto the earth, his damp pelt quickly collecting leaves and dirt and other unpleasant things as he layed on the ground, breath heaving, eyes pinched shut. Ow, he groaned softly, wincing as he tentatively pushed back onto his haunches. Nothing seemed to be too out of sorts, but the bruises he was sure to have on his side were going to hurt like a bitch. 

A few moments after having settled into his seated position, eyes still pulled tightly shut and brow furrowed, that the boy was able to pick up an unfamiliar scent. Unless he'd somehow managed to break his nose in his stupid tumble, Dante was quite certain that he wasn't alone. Oh my fucking god. Please pretend you did not see that, Dante groaned aloud to no one- someone?- eyes still pinched together. Today was. A day.

Sorry this got so long! Inspiration struck;)