Sex: FemaleA small chocolate black shape dashed between the widely spaced trees, her brown fringed banner whipping wildly behind her as the young wolf skidded to a stop within a small lush green clearing. Sylva stood, panting mildly as her looked around, The various wild flowers and bushes were in various early stages of budding and She was just so HAPPY. White Fir Notch was doing well, She was learning more and more valuable knowledge about herbs and healing. Now that Spring was upon them, she’d finally be able to help gather and sort the precious plants.
“It’s just so good!” She chirped toward a nearby clump of ferns before giving her fur a shake, another surge of playful energy tingling down her spine and making her twitch. Really, there was no reasons for the movements other than to try and expel this hyperness. She just HAD to move, to burn this off. She started to dance back and forth on her paws for a moment, before falling into a crouch, her muscles tensing as she bolted forward, following random zigzagging patterns between the trees.
There were no thoughts on the Yearling’s mind at the moment, other then trying to dodge the trees as she passed by them, until it happened. Her soft brown gaze caught a flicker of movement off the very edge of her field of vision and naturally She turned her head to find the source of the movement when suddenly her paws got caught on a small root and a startled squeal escaped the black wolf as she found herself tumbling head over paw into a nearby bush, landing on her back, one hind leg poking out of the bush as an embarrassed groan escaped the female.
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