whistling winds. (a book of short stories for therians.)

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This chapter is centered around woodland creatures with four pawbs. It takes place in the fall.

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You're in a small field surrounded by woodland, a chill wind whistling through the trees, and a morning dew upon the grass.

You sniff the air, the scent of autumn rain fills your senses, and you feel free. You take this moment and the burst of energy that came with it, and take off into the woods

You feel the wind against your fur, the sounds of your pawsteps, and singing birds in your ears.

At this point, you begin to feel tired, and so you slow your pace. As you do so, you come across a shallow pond. Next to this pond is a naturally fallen log, with mushrooms growing out from its side. You approach it and take a drink.

The sound of approaching pawsteps quickly grabs your attention, and you raise your head, ears pricked up. You are now fully alert. You narrow your eyes as a figure emerges from the brush just beyond the little pond. It's a coywolf.

"Hello, my friend." The coywolf speaks.

"I haven't seen you in quite some time. I apologize for my prolonged absence. Im sure you're wondering who i am and what I am doing in your territory." The coywolf sways its tail. "My name is Kai, and i am here to tell a story of your choosing."

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Comment the stories you'd like to be told! What are you? What are you doing? What time of year is it? Enjoy your stay. ♡