Blackbird

Blackbird was found sitting by the riverbank, soaked to the bone. Very suspicious in nature … you pronounce it like "conspiracy theorist"

Summer [I] — "Blackbird had been fishing in the river for hours. She'd just settled down to enjoy her spoils when she heard something crawling onto the riverbank. It looked like a tadpole with stubby legs, but Blackbird had never seen anything like it. It turned around, and looked her straight in the eyes. She tilted her head at it, then barked, but the thing just kept on staring."

Fall [I] — "The whole forest was covered in fog, but the fishing hadn't been bad. It had taken Blackbird several trips to camp to move all the fish. She was on her last one, carrying a huge trout. Something was different throughout the territory today. Wherever she went, a sense of foreboding followed. Blackbird wasn't the only one who felt it, whole pack had been jumpy today. Up ahead, a twig snapped. She stopped dead. Whatever it was had stopped too. Nothing moved for a while. Then, slow pawsteps, coming closer. A wolf her age slowly appeared through the mist. At least, its body looked like one. Seeing its eyes, she wasn't sure that this was a wolf at all."