Meadowlark Prairie Here I am…. A tumbleweed.

He was in his own little word until he heard a voice. He rolled over and perked up, ears froward and listening. He stood up in the grass, thankfully it was a shorter length than the rest of the field. The voice belonged to a young white wolf, seemed close to his age. His tail began to wag and he approached. “Hi!” He beamed, “I’m Cassidy!” His body language was playful, showing he was no threat. “Who are you?” He cocked his head to the side.