Romashka

the wolf jumps between the thickets, making her way into the depths of the forest . A flock of hares runs past her . Some of them fell under her paws and pushed others . Some of them could not stand it and almost knocked the wolf off her feet . She sees a pale shadow under the bushes, which was flying straight at her. Romashka was surprised by this . A small-sized wolf is similar to a pereyaka . She asks
-"who are you?"
The wolf shifted on the spot and answered - " The Pale Singer "
She nods in agreement, preparing to pronounce her name -" A good name, my name is Romashka!"
"It's beautiful," the Pale Singer said shyly, licking his nose.
The wolf moved her ear in embarrassment.
"Are you in some kind of pack?" Wolf asked

She thoughtfully walked away from him before shaking her fragile body and proudly saying - Who needs these bags! I'm a loner!

The pale Singer raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"So you're in some kind of pack?" - The wolf cheekily snapped her teeth near his muzzle.

- Yes, in the herd of the Eloquently Sweetly Sleeping Sun.

"What a strange name your bosses came up with," Daisy giggled.

He rolled his eyes before quickly leaping after his prey. She falls on her side in confusion, shouting after him - Let's meet here tomorrow!
"Tomorrow?"

He slows down, looking at her in confusion.

"Tomorrow."

He sadly presses his ears to his head to say with a sharp exhalation: "I can't tomorrow!"

- "Why?"

The wolf cautiously, almost on tiptoe, goes to him. He snorted in frustration.

- I just escaped from
hunting where I should have been and mastered the skills of attacking a deer. I'm going to be in big trouble.

She nuzzled his chest reassuringly. Don't worry. Don't worry.

- Everything will be fine.