Broken Antler Fen half of my heart

Life here was already so darn zen. Tambourine took it easy his first few days, shamelessly permitting himself to just sit still and relax after literally years of travel. On the third or fourth day, he felt properly rested and decided to kill two birds with one stone by roaming the fen. He would explore every last inch of it and hopefully bump into some new friends along the way.

It wasn't long before he stumbled across someone else's path. "Oh, hello!" Tambourine called out to his fellow gray wolf, tail wagging as he approached. "I'm new here. Name's Tambourine," he offered in way of introduction, "but you're welcome to call me Tam, Bo or Ine." His pale eyes sparkled in amusement at his own wordplay.