brush and brush and brush my hair

Siren padded along silently through the forest on one of the many deer paths that criss crossed the island. The little deer were used to her presence, and the tiny she wolf spent much of her time with the quiet herd. She knew many of them as fawns, and they had practically grown up together when Siren was a much younger girl. Chimera promised not to harm the creatures and they lived in relative harmony.

Of course that wasn’t to say that Siren didn’t know the herd needed management if she wouldn’t allow natural predation. The population wasn’t straining yet, but by the time fall returned she knew that there would need to be members culled from the herd. The how and what of it hadn’t settled quite yet, but she knew she would need assistance.

Siren shrugged off the thought as she dipped her head under some yellowed foliage and stepped out into the clearing by the den. It had changed shape quite a bit from the shallow hole she dug, and it was much more comfortable for the three wolves that shared the cavern.