Swiftcurrent Creek dried bloom

Another young member of Swiftcurrent. Not quite a pup, but an adolescent born this year. Dovev rose his muzzle from the water's skin, quietly glancing over Dawn-Mist as she approached the creek's shore. With a beige and tan coat, her colors were not as flecked and varied as a common wolf pelt. But, such earthy tones would give her some sort of advantage into camouflaging into her landscape.

Her drawing had come to halt as the leaves underfoot ceased to rustle. But with a puppyish sort of action, he noticed Dawn couldn't ignore the dried, colorful leaves and began to prance around again.

Evening, he spoke, voice rather flat and measured as he studied the smaller female. Obviously she hadn't approached to speak to him, and although Dovev was amused by the youth's gregarious nature towards the leaves, he didn't have time to join in her play. The night was chilly and would only get colder, spurring Dovev's energy as he would leave for a night patrol.