King Elk Forest Fortitude

He brightened when Kevalin’s familiar voice rose out of the woodwork.

I’m over here! he called through a giggle, as his friend barrelled towards him. He ran so fast! Would he ever be so quick on his feet? Vaska wondered.

Kev’lin! he met his friend’s greeting with a lick to his chin, still standing on his feet to reach him.

He plopped back to the ground, but remained staring up, with a smile on his face, head cocked to the side, and tail sweeping the mossy ground. I was looking for you! What a silly question! What’re you doing? Can I help??