Redhawk Caldera Paper moon

Dove does as she's told, hahaha. I hope its OK that I post her a little late - I forgot all about the tag here.

She had woken up that day beside the lake, and for most of the morning Dove preened and perfected her look. Something seemed off, as if no amount of care could settle her fur just right. When the call rose up, Dove realized she had spent the majority of her morning just... Doing nothing productive. Nothing at all, except look at herself and obsessively clean and re-clean different areas. She sat up and began prancing on her way towards the origin of the sound - towards the voice she did not recognize.

When Dove arrived, she noticed that it wasn't one wolf, but two. Perhaps she had heard the call wrong? Was there someone else around here with a similar name? But as she drew upon the pair, she saw the grey-dappled boy, and the strangeness from the morning intensified. She whisked her tail, inadvertently spooning scent around. Oh hello.