Golden Glade Melodies of Fleeting Chances

The boy nodded softly, getting to his paws to follow the odd wolf.

I- I think I've met the... leader? he thought out loud. Though I'm not sure if I got his name, or if that was him. I met a black wolf a little bit ago. He was nice. The wolf sounded a bit like Da had, and every bit the image of his mother. It made his heart ache thinking about the two great wolves.

His mind wandered back to the present and wondered if the black wolf had pups of his own. Hviske sometimes felt like one - though he didn't quite know how old he was, he couldn't have been older than a year or two. The yearling was taller than a pup, his long legs towering over hares and other pup-sized creatures.