Ocean's Breath Plateau Memories Read Like Fortunes

Rolayne laid just a couple of feet from the den's entrance. Since he first emerged from it, he had spent every moment he could out here. Of course, as a growing pup, he still got plenty of rest inside it. 

He had a stick between his paws, chewing on it, content for the moment. That is, until movement caught his eyes. They went wide as the wolf approached with something furry in her jaws. Rolayne knew exactly what this meant: Food! 

Chow time was one of Rolayne's favorite times. The adults always brought something yummy, and Rolayne expected nothing less this time around. The stick was instantly forgotten as he jumped to his paws and bounded over to the adult with excited yips coming from his throat. He jumped at the fluffy meals, begging the adult to let them go so he could feast. He didn't realize yet that they were still alive.