Wild Berry Meadow If you keep on believing..

I could not resist

Traveling around the territories yielded many unearthed treasures and breathtaking views. They had made it over the mountains, and begun exploring what the grasslands had to offer. The days were long and lazy, filled with the cheerful freedom of wandering wherever his paws would take him. He loved to lounge in the sun, feeling its warmth seep through his thin fur as he stretched out on the grass and watched the clouds drift lazily across the sky.

Still, truth be told, Moss was beginning to grow lonely. The immensity of the grasslands, while beautiful, only emphasized their isolation. It was time, they thought, to look for a new pack to share stories and adventures with. His heart longed for company, and for the laughter and camaraderie that came with being part of a group.

It was in the lazy shade of the meadow that the wolf had heard the cries. The flopped ear pricked to attention as they hobbled to their feet, sage eyes scanning the foliage for the source of the distress. The sound was faint but unmistakable—a very unhappy child.

You tan come ou’ now, Aabaaa.

The cries grew clearer as Moss approached, sage eyes meticulously scanning the territory for the source of the sound. Each step brought the cries into sharper focus, guiding them like a beacon through the foliage. Relief washed over him when he heard the child's next excited exclamation, a hopeful sign that perhaps the problem had resolved itself. However, a sudden gasp and a murmured apology stopped him in his tracks.

Their heart skipped a beat, ears perking with renewed attention. Moss hesitated, unsure whether or not to be concerned. He shifted once again, moving stealthily, paws treading softly on the earth to avoid detection.

Careful to remain out of sight, Moss peered through the dense greenery. He could see the small figure of the child, still trembling but now accompanied by another presence—a figure that seemed to carry an air of great authority. Moss's heart pounded as he assessed the situation, ready to spring in if necessary.