Sex: MaleWeather: Light breeze, 60 degrees out, patchy skies
There was change riding the wind that day as the near dabster agouti patriarch lounged upon the flattened surface of the naturally formed cave's roof that marked the communal den for the Fallen Tree Cove wolves, wisp of fur lightly tugged in the direction of the breeze like a child toying with the hem of their siblings clothes begging to be followed and played with. All around the lakeside territory various signs of change were beginning to take root, making themselves known like they always did when one season was drawing to a close and the other toward its beginning.
Summer and its scorching heat would soon be a thing of the past to make way for cooler days of Autumn and the spectacular display of leaves once vibrant green transforming into shades of red and orange that made the timbers look ablaze with color. Gazing upon the first clusters of leaves high above already beginning the process, Vespertio wondered what his youngest daughters would make of such a drastic change to their ever growing world. A possibility crossed his mind and the picture painted warranted a chuckle to escape his lips imaging the skittish Lunette ducking for cover once the trees began to lose their fiery hued companions. Her rambunctious sibling Ismena no doubt making it her goal to collect every leaf that fell and add it to her treasure hoard.
Enjoying such lovely thoughts; a most welcomed relief from the stress of finding a suitable replacement for Namid, an idea struck and the tawny male was upon his paws in an instant, scrambling down the fallen timber that served as a ladder to his stony throne in order to poke his head into the communal den, chuffing to summon the forms of not only his youngest daughters, but his previous litter as well. This was going to be a trip for father and all his children.
