I could teach you a thing or two

The Ademre wolf moved along the beach slowly. Autumn had always felt like the season he loved the most. With the vibrant colors of the shifting world. Leaves crunched underfoot, yellow, orange, and fading to brown. It reminded him of home in a way that ached deep in his breast.

His patrol took him down along the Ashen shore, the sounds of gulls crying in the late morning air. He needed to work on his hunting, and intended to start tracking once his patrol was ended. He yawned, chasing away the feeling of lethargy in his bones. Was that the sound of another wolf crunching through the leaves behind him? The fire marked wolf began to turn.

"Speech"