Blackfeather Woods the palace needs dirt!

Unfortunately for the stranger, Haizel's nose, ears, and eyes were always on the lookout for company. Pair that with his large frame and it was quite certain that he would be spotted in an instant, which he was. The doe-pelted man turned his head and looked at him, a bundle of palm leaves dangling delicately from his dirtied jaws.

Fortunately for the stranger, the warlordly-sized wolf had a marshmallow for a heart and loved making new friends as much as he loved flowers.

Hi! I'm Haziel! Ya mind helping me for a second? his tail wagged.