Swiftcurrent Creek dried bloom

Dawn yawned and stood up from her temporary den she had made with a small cluster of leaves and moss. It was morning already, and it was also quite cold. The trees had little to no leaves, clusters of gold and red clinging onto trees. She scanned the area around her. A bit of a distance away, there was a white figure near the lake. Who was that? She decided to go say hello, because it would be nice to meet new wolves. Dawn padded over to the wolf, crunching some leaves and jumping in small piles of crisp leaves. She couldn't resist. It was fun to play around with the fallen leaves. Soon she had forgotten about the white wolf and instead, jumping into other piles of leaves nearby as the cold wind blew around, shaping Dawn's tan pelt.