King Elk Forest a journey (a dream of flight)

Crowfeather had searched, sniffed, sought any sign that other wolves belonged to that forest. When the stranger appeared, his heart had started, jumped in his chest. 

The other wolf had a mouth full of... frogs. For a heartbeat, Crow felt he might have been hallucinating. Lack of sustenance and what have you. The grin that accompanied the jawload of slippery things did nothing to help. 

Er- nice frogs.

The shadow of a wolf averted his eyes to the ground, regret evident. 

Crowfeather had a unique talent for displaying awkward behavior in social situations. A trait he had not done well to grow out of.