Swiftcurrent Creek dried bloom

Dawn halted her actions immediately after hearing the white wolf speak. "Good evening!" She greeted him in return with a small grin. She slowly stepped away from the pile of leaves as her tail swayed a little. A small breeze brushed past them, as some of the leaves swirled up into the air and flew towards them. A few leaves landed on Dawn and she managed to brush them off as a second wave started to follow. "Leaves incoming!" She braced herself for another flurry of golden and red leaves. The other wolf had some leaves stuck onto him, with one especially stuck on his head. Dawn tried to suppress her laughter, but the golden leaf just made her laugh.