Swiftcurrent Creek dried bloom

Although the tan female remained silent, she gave a little twisted pout and made an effort to organize the smattering of leaves. Forming neat little banks with her tail, Dawn had cleared a good space to reveal the dried yellow grass beneath. But again, her puppyish qualities shown through as she became distracted with a dim gold leaf stuck to her banner.

He wasn't sure of what to do now. With a sweep of his light blue eyes, Dovev lowered his muzzle and scooted several leaves into a pile with a huff. But he hadn't been the one to make the mess- this puppy had, and she had found him first.
Did you need something? he spoke a little bluntly, glancing at her. The tundra wolf had business to take care of, and it did not involve the supervision of a young canine raking leaves with her tail.