Mudminnow River hard to love

Wulfwynn knew she must look crazy happily frolicking through the rain like she was, she had always heard the rain outside her kennel but had never felt its pitter patter touch before. She lifted her head to the cloudy sky, wide-eyed wonder alit in her eyes as the rain came down. The storm was a gentle one, a caress on the forest as it quelled the land's thirst. 

She continued on her way through the wilderness, though, took a moment to leap into mud puddles merrily whenever the chance presented herself. Wulfwynn was on a quest, this journey of self discovery as she shaped herself into the wolf she was inside. She couldn't diddle dally, the call was impatient to get Wulfwynn on her way and so was the wildling herself.

As she meandered and explored the valley, her gaze suddenly caught a stark white form in the treeline. It was by the river nearby, she couldn't see the wolf's face but based on how taut like a string his muscles were, it must be a very intent expression. He was fiddling with the foliage at the river's bed, for what reason, Wulfwynn didn't know but it made her curious. 

She padded forward, dragging her fluffy body through the wet underbrush of a thicket. Leaves, twigs and more tangled itself in her pelt but Wulfwynn hardly noticed or cared. "Hello there, river wolf! I am a friend!" Wulfwynn announced, wanting to present herself as not a threat. "I'm Wulfwynn!"