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A scattering of trees pleasantly swayed along the edge of a small meadow. Filtered through the leaves, emerald light dappled the forest floor. It was the sort of place where midsummer dreams echoed across time, even in the depths of winter. Every mote of dust that drifted along was a wayward faerie in the mind's eye.

There, across a cluttering of large stones, a tawny-gold wolf danced, nimble and sure-footed. His tongue hung out, pale and pink. His eyes shown, bright as a summer fire. Trailing the treeline, he shared the shadows of the forest and basked in the glory of the open meadow.

Above, the sun was a golden ball in a blue sky. For a moment, the male stopped to wonder at it, tongue drawn in and head cocked to one side. He waggled his tail, readied to spring, and with a laugh, launched himself skyward, snapping once, twice and again at the far-off sun.

Eyes squeezed shut, he landed in the grass. The wolf swallowed his prize, turned around, and opened his eyes again. The sky was still blue, but he could not see the sun. He shook his head and chuckled. That great firefly of the dawn, it followed him every day for more seasons than the wolf knew, and every day it shown, the wolf had caught and swallowed it. That silly sun, it would never change.

The honey coated male had paused only momentarily to enjoy his victory over the sun before he carried onward. His tail, which kept an optimistically neutral level, trailed behind him dutifully, bounced with his every step, and occasionally waggled for the apparent joy of it.

The wolf stepped around noisy twigs, but the leaf litter of the forest edge still crinkled rather obviously as he trotted along. A flock of red-breasted thrushes broke the treeline and madly flapped skyward over the meadow. The wolf tilted his head toward them, and as he did the winds shifted and blew a fateful gust across his senses. It was the scent of another wolf. A she-wolf.

With a little smile and a spark in his eye, he turned to follow his curiosity. It was rare to find a she-wolf that was not pleasant company, even counting the most grouchy among them.

The lone fellow weaved his way through tall grasses and over a slight hill. The spot was not very high, but gave him a fair view of the area. He spotted the other wolf where she lounged easily. His tongue fell out as he grinned. "Ho there!" the wolf called, his voice exuberant and hearty.

With a quick trot down the little hill, the male swiftly made his way towards his new friend. As he drew near to the wolfess, his tail began to waggle pleasantly. Ears forward, he tilted his head, "What is a fair maiden such as yourself doing out here all alone? Surely you have many jovial companions to keep you occupied, yes?"

He plopped his rump down and picked his back foot up to kick at in itch. "I would gladly volunteer for the position, if you like." He set his foot down. "You see, I have no companions of my own this day. I have been traveling alone for quiet some time, in fact, and it can be quiet lonely. Birds are not especially fond of conversing with wolves, though I can't imagine why. Oh! Forgive me! You weren't napping, were you?" His tail paused for a moment of concern before continue to wag softly.

"Oooh, good!" he squealed, as much as a fellow could squeal without sounding overly effeminate. Like a bolt, the wolf leapt straight from his seat to what little space remained on the she-wolf's rock. He squirmed around, a bit noodley like a ferret might, and made himself cozy against the female as though they were already the best of chums. Assuming she hadn't fallen off the rock, of course.

"Do you really think so?" he mused. The wolf paused and squirmed a bit more, kicking at the air to flip over onto his back. "That I flattered you, that is. I didn't mean to, honest." He looked at the she-wolf from under his nose, ears squished by the rock underneath so that they stuck-out from the sides of his head.

"Better than being rude, I suppose. Anyone can be one of those dark, brooding types. You know the ones I mean." He drew his eye-brows into a knot and made a profusely stern frown, "Grrr, look at me! I am so dark and brooding, grrr! And I don't talk to anyone unless I have something dark and brooding to say, grarwlrrrrr!" The wolf directed his upside-down, smoosh-eared frown-of-all-frowns to his new buddy and gave her a moment to bask in his brooding quasai-glower. Then his tail waggled most seriously, as all tail waggles ought to be for the most broodingly brooding of broody wolves.

Then he exploded with a grin and flipped back over, "Oh! I almost forgot to ask, what is the name of my dearest companion?!" He shuffled his paws and scooted himself up into a sit. "You may call me Suncatcher!" he beamed and stuck out his chest, clearly proud of the title.

OOC: lol, what a goof!