Bramblepoint [M] Everyone swimming in a champagne sea

The 'yote hadn't moved on from this cozy little forest. Sure, it seemed pretty heavily trafficked by wolves, but so far, none had bothered him. Maybe they just hadn't figured out he was living here yet. It probably didn't matter. So long as he kept to himself, scavenged only what he needed, and kept a low profile, he figured he could continue chilling here for as long as he wanted. Besides, the wolves of this particular region seemed a little more laid back than other places he'd been.

He was meandering around the bramblewood when a peculiar scent hit him. It was the woman he had run into a couple of weeks ago, when the sky had lit up. He didn't recall her name (had she given it?), but there was something sweet about her scent that hadn't been there before. It was alluring, and Draper couldn't help but be drawn toward her.

Heyo! he called out when he spotted her up ahead. She'd been friendly before, and there was no reason to assume she'd be different this time around.