Wapun Meadow Honey, You're Familiar like my Mirror Years Ago

Backdated to Febuary, before this thread.

With a spring in his step and curiosity in his heart, Moss set out on his patrol, eager to explore every nook and cranny of the thawing territory. The wind whipped through the valley, carrying with it tales of faraway places and things, and the little wolf was there to listen intently. Every rustle below and chirp above called to him, beckoning him farther from home with open, waiting arms.

And then, like a gift from the heavens, he had stumbled upon it—a long, delicate feather glistening in the dappled sunlight. It was a woodpecker's, they had realized with excitement. He could already picture the curiosity sparkling in the children's eyes as he showed them, teaching them about the funny little bird with the long beak.

After tucking the new trinket into his whip-like tail with a triumphant grin, Moss had resumed his journey, sage eyes glued to the underbrush for any other treasures waiting to be discovered.

They had continued on in this manner until they had reached the meadow, sun-drenched and alive with the scent of flowers. Moss paused once more, this time in search of something special—a berry bush he had encountered before the snowfall had blanketed the land.