Whitefish River rainy days

Malila had been so caught up in her excitement, that she completely missed the other wolf she zoomed by. Surprise filled her, but it was too late as she was already immersed deep within the explosion of green, dotted with whites and gentle purples.

Squeaking and grunting, she wriggled herself free, or enough so to pop her head comically out of the foliage. What she had not expected was that despite the clear blue skies, was that it was still wet in there. The rains had been relentless and with so much of it, water was bound to linger for a little while. Looking utterly disheveled with her now damp fur and bits of twigs and leaves clinging to her, she blinked rapidly. She hadn't seen this adult before, and took a single step closer, a bright smile lighting her face.