Never Judge a book by its cover

[Wonder]

Wonders small brown wolf form moved silently through the vineyards of Overgrowth Sunrise. It was yet another place she had not yet been to of her new home. She liked it here. It was quiet and there didn’t seem to be anyone else around at the moment. As wonder walked through the vines, weaving in and out of the overgrowth, she imagined what they had once looked like when they had been tended by human hands. She continued to walk slowly looking at everything around her, not really paying attention to where she was going. So it was no surprise to her when she stumbled and lost her footing and fell awkwardly onto her back. She got up quickly, ashamed of her carelessness. She looked around wondering if anyone had been around to see her fall. She didn’t see anyone but it was hard to see anything through all the overgrowth.
She continued on her way, paying more attention to where she was going this time. Wonder scented the ground and picked up a rabbit trail. She decided to follow it, not really intending to catch and eat it. She just wanted to see where it was going; maybe it would lead her to a new and exciting place to explore. She followed it for a while but soon became bored. She stopped and sat down, resting her paws for a few minutes. She laid down tired from her adventures, and before she knew it she had fallen asleep.

[Larkspur D'Angelo]

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    Larkspur hunted almost daily. While he was training his nephew in survival skills (something Harlowe was not all that good at) he still could not expect the boy to always come home full. Harlowe was too full of pride to admit if he had not caught a meal, and Larkspur made certain they were both fed daily. Sometimes he would hunt for others, as was his duty to the pack, but this was not often. Yet he made time for the younger ones, intent on ensuring they grew strong. Misery had been right; Larkspur would have been a fantastic father.
    Wolves didn’t often come to the vineyards, finding them more out of the way then the central area that the majority of the pack stayed in. Yet occasionally they did, as was the case today. The black wolf (tracking the same rabbit as Wonder) turned a corner, eyeballing the tracks left in the rich soil. His quarry had caught the scent of the stranger and fled not all that long ago. With a grunt, the hunter turned his attention to the unfamiliar wolf. She was sleeping a few yards away. Though he had no intention of disturbing her, the older male sat in the warm earth and watched. He liked being able to recognize his pack, even if they very rarely interacted.

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