The Eagle And The Dove

Okay, so he might have dozed off. But just a little! It was when a smell hit his nose that didn’t fit with the rest of the Estuary that he gave a slight snort, opening bleary sapphire eyes and lifting his head to look around. A large yawn cracked his jaws wide for a moment, and it took a few disgruntled squawks of the birds and light pawsteps to bring him back from the edge of another nap and really take notice of his surroundings, namely the area that the birds were most irritated.

Okay, that bit of greenery was moving, and was way too green for the season. He squinted, blinking a few times, before he realized that it was a wolf. A tiny wolf. A tiny green wolf. Ganja? Regulus pushed himself to a sitting position tof get a better look, before his haunches started wiggling side to side under the power of his abruptly wide awake and wagging tail. It was Ganja! And for once, he hadn’t stepped on her first. He looked over the little female, noting that in all this time, she hadn’t grown an inch. But that was hardly a problem.

A deep voiced woof left the Adravendi as he came to his paws and made toward her. “Ganja!” His low baritone voice held delight and warm welcome, mirroring the high energy wagging of his tail and exuberant steps.