Redhawk Caldera picked up a dandelion

Her eyes closed against the glare as she let the sun warm her face. It felt so good, as did the gentle breeze that kicked up and soughed through her pale fur. She focused on the sensations and tried to clear her mind. It was kind of meditative, at least until strange a voice said, "Yo?"

Meerkat dropped her head and opened her eyes in a single movement, her gaze clapping on a small, unfamiliar wolf. Lenny? she wondered, recollecting the list of names Towhee had given her upon her return. Her lips curved upward.

"Yo," she greeted in return. "Are you Lenny?" Meerkat went ahead and guessed, then added, "I'm Meerkat."