Cricket Creek Bog look to your soul, for these things that you know

the young frostfur had hardly slept a wink that night. his mind had raced with the idea of going back to the bog to meet up with weejay and see what ideas she had in mind for their next adventure. aengus had been so thrilled with his chance meeting that he had not even made that much of an effort to bother his sister. he had gone home and curled himself up inside the den and slipped into a state of daydream. the young boy could hardly keep the smile from his face.
 
when the next day arrived, he had bounded from the den and into the glade. from there, aengus had traced his steps back to where he could recall slipping through the pack borders and into the wilds. from there, it was almost instinct that carried him back to where he had first met weejay. much to his delight, he could see the silvery coat of the girl not too far ahead.
 
aengus skipped forward and yapped out to her.