Fairspell Meadow Vagabond's Waltz

Louis listened attentively, finding himself more and more curious about his new acquaintance. "She sounds like a good queen." Louis replied, taking another, slightly less graceful bite of berries. The attempt was still there, but he was more focused on talking than minding his manners. Haizel hadn't seemed to mind overmuch.

Truthfully he didn't know enough about queens to know what made a good one of those. But liking flowers and being kind were traits he generally attributed to good wolves, and a queen, he imagined, must be a good wolf before anything else.

Louis liked to feel helpful and thought for a moment about Haizel's predicament. Head tilted, the much smaller wolf pricked his ears and suggested, "Maybe you could use a turtle shell to carry it? If you found a big one, you could drag back a lot."