Swiftcurrent Creek dried bloom

A small, acorn shaped golden leaf was stirred up into the air by the youth's raucous play. It swirled, dipped and dived, before landing stoically on Dovev's crown. He went cross-eyed for a moment, trying to follow the movement before it drifted out of sight and landed like a feather on the base of his forehead. With a chuff, the wolf gave his pelt a stern shaking, glaring at the mess Dawn had made. He could've swore those leaves were stacked neatly in windblown piles before the tan female had arrived. Now they were strewn about, with many having landed in the creek and were swept into some unknown journey.

Look at this mess, Dovev chided with a flattening of his ears. His voice wasn't harsh, more so stern as he watched the young female. Although he had never been as boisterous, the ivory beast understood where all that puppyish energy came from... or maybe he didn't. They just always seemed to have it.