Winter was drawing in but even so Lenae was determined to make the most of the mild weather. It had been too long since she'd last seen or even spoken to her new friend, Cottongrass, so early that morning she'd set out to fix that issue. She ran as fast as her little legs would allow, so by the time the field's borders came into sight it was late morning, almost noon.
She panted, her sides heaving as her tongue poked ungraciously out of the corner of her mouth. She had to be the fasted wolf in all the land! No one could have made that journey as quickly as she had, or so she hoped. It would have been a nice claim to fame, but if not then it was no skin off her nose. She was just happy she was finally here, that she'd made it without running into any unsavoury folk.
Slowing to a trot, Leane skirted around the border, hoping to catch sight of her friend. She would rather not call for him, because well... she didn't want just any wolf to show up. She wanted him! But as hard as she looked, as much as she scanned the dry grass there was no white fluffball in sight. Licking her lips nervously, Lenae paced back and forth as he tail twitched, yearning to hide between her legs. This wasn't going to plan at all. She'd hoped he'd be here, that he'd spot her and bound over, all sunshine and happy grins.
She supposed she'd have to bite the bullet, she'd have to call and hope he showed his face. Otherwise this whole journey would have been for nothing.
With a sigh, Lenae planted her butt on the floor and tilted her head skywards, letting out a soft, beckoning call.
Hey Cotton it's me!