Phoenix Maplewood What if the witches wrote the book

Much like her, he found it quick to return to his jovial mood as her embrace put a cease to his worries. "May the north winds bless you upon your return," he spoke, returning her gestures with a nuzzle of his own before pulling away. "Goodbye Star! I'll remember to look out for those berries you showed me. They were delicious!" Full of confidence from her encouraging words, he shot a final glance over his shoulder before starting at a steady lope back the way they had come. He'd return to the maplewoods once departing this small woodland, hunting for himself and for a possible gift for the Larksomg wolves he was promised to meet. With many things still uncertain, he could at least put one thought aside for now; he'd definitely pay the little woman and her band a visit soon enough.

I'll close this up now if that's ok!