Whitefish River rainy days

After the training session with her new mentor, Celara was tired, as well as rather embarrased. A few scratches still stung as she made her way into the strange camp. Her shaggy pelt was soaked by rain. Despite all this, by the time she reached the earthen dens, her mood had rather improved. She was curious to see what the lairs of the other pack would look like, in this sparsely wooded land. 

As the grey wolf walked, something small and fast charged right by her. She froze for a second, startled, before hearing its speech. "Preeety!!". She turned around to see a tiny pup diving into a bed of plants.