Fox's Glade pet

The growth of his body had slowed. Observed at a distance, he had the figure of an adult, but a closer inspection would make obvious the adolescent lankiness that still marked him as such. But while Swiftlet's physical maturation waned the development of his mind waxed. His dispersal had come remarkably early, but out in the wilds his prodigious hunting talent was honed by new experiences and his tongue was perfecting the language of many more creatures. He owed his success to this.

On the prowl again, the young wolf's ears caught the sound of some animal barging through the forest without care. He was surprised to find Athalia on the trail ahead when he tracked down the source of the noise. But he was not disappointed. Strange as she was and despite her complete disregard for his personal space, there was something alluring about her.

What's with the racket! He called out as he caught up to her. I thought you were a moose.