Shivers

Meadow wanders through the maze of trees, weaving in out of their trunks, enjoying the shade they offer. Rigel flies above, lazily beating his wings to keep afloat as the owl watches for anything might be a hinderance in her path. Her eyes take in the forest, marveling at the way the trees seem to touch the sky. Birds sing their songs in the branches as she passes underneath, moving slowly but with propose.

Today, she is a wolf on a mission, having come this far North to collect a special herb called Jewel Weed, Meadow is determined not to go back home with empty paws. Her saddlebag is filled with small strips of leather to bundle the plant in for the trip home. Eyes roam over the ground, looking out for the orange blossoms that are the telltale sign of the plant.

A hoot from above alerts Meadow to look up from the ground. The scent of another wolf reaches her nose and she quickly moves to follow their path. Picking up speed, she soon sees a form in the distance. When she is within earshot, the small wolf calls out, “Hello! Are you alright?” The prospect of meeting a new friend out weighing the fear of them being mean. Always wanting to be helpful, Meadow moves closer, ready to lend assistance if it is needed.


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