The soft cool grass felt like Heaven under my plump paw pads. The heat of the summer day beat down on my black and grey coat. The wind was gently blowing, bringing new smells to my twitching wet nose. My ears flexed at every sound that I picked up, listening for sounds of danger. While I was walking through the fields of grass and dandelions, a lush forest was just up ahead. Although the day was still young, I needed to find a place to sleep for the night.
I padded into the forest where the grass was replaced with pine needles. I loved the smell of pine. So natural and relaxing to the senses. The trees blocked the sun, so only patches showed through. I raised my muzzle again, not to sniff the air, but to howl. As my voice swirled through the warm air, my howl got louder through the trees.
I heard a few howls in the distance past the thicker part of the forest. I recognized that howl. It was Fell. The lone black wolf who was my very first friend.
"Fell? Where are you? It's me, Macabre" I howled.
"I'm over by the river. Follow my voice, Macabre" Fell replied.
I ran like there was no tomorrow. I ran and didn't stop until I got to the river. That's where I saw him. Tail wagging, ears pricked, and eyes happy.
"Fell. I have missed you," I said as I licked his muzzle.
"As I missed you, Macabre," he whispered sweetly.
Ever since that faithful day, Fell and I stuck together. Never leaving each other's side and taking on the world.
