Another summer was coming to an end. Everybody in the woods could sense that and each creature had it's very own unique way of telling that. The nights were getting colder, longer. Darkness descended earlier devouring the otherwise hot and big sun. As the nearby owls were hooting in the pitch black branches of the trees a rather small dark silhouette was walking aimlessly with his usual silly walk- head held up high, gazing at the stars, making huge and rather-funny-looking steps, which caused him to bump into various obstacles far too often. Perhaps, that is the main reason why all of the other wolves never really took him seriously- he just couldn't be serious. Not for one second. And, to him, it wasn't worth it, anyways!

What's life for, if not for having as much of a good time as you possibly can?

But, truly, he only fooled around the most while he was on his own. He did want to make an impression to all the wolves he met, then again, he was far too sincere and warm-hearted to ever lie to them about who he really was- a carefree, rather lazy, young but wise wolf.

As he was passing by big trees, watching the stars through their branches, which were slowly starting to loose their leaves, one by one, drop by drop, he wondered whether the stars above ever died? If they did, where would they go? Would they somehow fall in the woods? Or just disappear? No. It was impossible for something that beautiful simply to disappear and not leave a trace. It wasn't very fair, either.

His thoughts were interrupted when he sensed another wolf nearby. It wasn't hard for him to pick up others' scents as his usual walk consisted of him having his head face the sky, thus allowing his muzzle, his nose to point into the open air. He decided that he could use some company to, perhaps, share his thoughts with so, he followed the scent, through the thickness of the bushes and decided to see where it would lead him.