Phoenix Maplewood rufous

Someone approached.  Redd froze, still flat on her back, before twisting to see who it was.  The moment she recognized them as a fellow Saatsine wolf, she grinned, playfully rolling her shoulders among the leaves.

It was not only the scent!  The feel, the sound.  All of it was a celebration of the turning of the season.  She could not explain this, so instead she gave a light bark of invitation.  

Playfully encouraging, she shifted sideways, leaf litter sticking to her pelt in all sorts of places.  There was no dignity here, but freedom rarely had this.