Dawnlark Plains Retiring in Florida

An answering call came to him on the wind. Lazarus snorted and turned toward the sound immediately, tail flagging confidently. Excitement turned his veins to liquid flame, and his mind raced with the possibilities. He had only been searching a short time, and found it difficult to believe he would find a suitable mate already.
His hopeful speculation died as his eyes caught on the mud-streaked figure of a frail wolf. A small wolf. His lip curled in disgust, eyes hard on her. I called for a strong woman, Lazarus spat, words dripping contempt, and turned away to leave. How disappointing.