Wool you help me?

Wylan trotted through the Col, holding a basket in his maw. Inside was his first harvest of wool from the two sheep that lived in the Armada. One was his Companion, the other was one they had rescued from underneath a boulder not long ago.


He was half way through the Col when Glacier, distracted by a bird, darted suddenly in front of him. The yearling tripped over his polar bear companion, knocking the basket from his jaws.


The wool went everywhere, scattering across the light dusting of snow, sweeping up in the occasional drift of wind, and scattering more quickly than he would have thought possible. Wylan got slowly to his paws, and stared at the absolute mess.