Rain, Sun, Wind and Snow

Summer froze when the fox turned and spotted him, but only for a moment. Instinct told him that this was the time to spring, before it had the chance to get away. But then something happened that instinct had not expected--it spoke.

The black wolf stared blankly as it called out to him, calling him 'bro' and inquiring about his well being. This was far from expected... Summer relaxed his pose unintentionally, slowly lifting his head as he stared upon the fox as though he'd never seen one before. "Um..." he started, about to answer then question when he stopped abruptly and changed his course, "Why are you talking to me?"