Hoshor Plains Betcha dinner is a doozey

Peony was bored. Again. And again, she wandered. She couldn't drop her muzzle to the ground and find another wolf, so instead, she silently glided over the ground. Humming a quiet tune along the way the lady had a sort of skip in her step. There was no particular reason, she was simply a joyous person in general. Her goals today being straightforward; find somebody (or be found by somebody), talk to that someone, become best friends and be happy. All of which were in favor of curing her boredom of the slow passing days.