when at night upon my pillow lie

Hototo · February 02, 2024, 07:18 PM

Hototo figured that he should probably meet with everyone in the pack. Walking along the icy snow now, he put his nose close to the ground to find one of the members’ scents. Taking a deep sniff, he didn’t pick up anything at first, but then the smell of the freshest ice from the top of a glacier popped into his head. It smelled absolutely wonderful! More scents came in: the minty earthy scent of evergreen and the mild aroma of a springtime wildflower.

Hototo rushed toward the scent, excited to meet someone new! When he arrived at where the scent came from, he saw the wolf known as “Fallen Sun”. His fur was truly magnificent, a bright sheen of sunset red fur contrasting with the bright white snow. Dutch told Hototo about Fallen Sun from a previous visit, how fallen couldn’t speak but was willing to learn from other people. Excited as he was about meeting new people, he couldn’t help but feel nervous that Fallen Sun wouldn’t be able to understand him.

Panting from the excursion, Hototo strode up to Fallen Sun and said with a thick southern accent “Howdy Mr. Fallen Sun! The name’s Hototo! I gotta say, you smell as good as a rose dipped in honey! Is that your natural scent?”