Moonlivers

Walking along the river in the vast forest, you encounter a densely surrounded clearing with a well worn path. Beyond the foliage, sounds of laughter reach your ears. Curiosity fills you as you cautiously enter the large clearing. Inside, life bustles around you. Pups are chasing and playing with each other as their mothers and pupsitters watch from the warmth of their cave; wolves are seen everywhere resting or working away. Scouts discussing the day’s findings among each other, hunters passing along a fresh kill to someone you figure is busy sorting the pack’s stores. As you admire the community before you, you spot a glimpse of movement beside you. 

“Admiring the view?” A rather young looking wolf questions you. Her fur is light and mottled; if the sun hits her just right through the canopy above, it almost looks as though frost is embedded in her fur. “I’m Emile. I formed this pack alongside my brother, Sterling.” Upon saying this, she gestures to a darker male, who the scouts had just gotten the attention of, likely to report on the surrounding territory. 

Emile’s gesture took his attention away, however, and he was now approaching the two of you. “And to whom do we owe the pleasure? Everyone’s welcome to join us here.” He scans the clearing, as though admiring his pack. 

“Oh, I’m just visiting; thank you, though.” You respond. Sterling and Emile both nod in understanding. 

“Feel free; Everyone here loves meeting new wolves, and I’m sure the pups would adore a new playmate,” the frosty wolf finished with a knowing smile. 

“And don’t hesitate to come to Emile or myself if you have any questions. Though, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of helping paws already.” Sterling chuckles, and you notice a hush has fallen over the clearing and the pack is looking upon you with eager eyes and wagging tails.

Lots and lots of work to be done; be patient please!