Phoenix Maplewood rufous

Ridgeback found himself bristling more, since he’d been given his new name. He wished the fur along his spine would simply stand on end, and had begun to wonder if there was some way to force the fur to stay up. He abandoned the thought of having tree sap sticking clumps of fur together; his wife would surely regret naming him that if he made it his entire personality. 

And who knows; if names changed as easily as they seemed to with the Saatsine, then he might be renamed Treehugger or Sapsmuggler or something along those lines. 

Nevertheless- his fur would stand on end when he heard a sudden rushing, rustling sound nearby in the Maplewood. Nothing was quiet here- not this time of year, with the red and yellow leaves so crisp underfoot. What sounded like a struggle caught his attention and he prowled through the forest until he caught sight of a wolf, who had seemingly borrowed the autumn leaf colours for her pelt, rolling happily on the ground.

Ou! He exclaimed, before he could help himself, and immediately he recoiled for having spoken so loudly. He grinned in apology. You, uh, find a good smell? He wanted to know what it was- scent collecting was always such happy business.