Lark Song

You walk toward the tree. If anything seemed to beckon attention it was this. It was a tall, thick oak, with branches that seemed to almost fill the entire glade. With in it's branches glowing animals played, and vines, of a same glow, strung through them. At it's base were mushrooms and ferns of assorted sizes and vibrancies. They also seemed to have two glows about them. One blue, like most of the things around here, and another purple.

You suddenly see three wolves slip from the roots. Two of them are a deep brown, and the third is a lighter gold color. They seem to be chatting amongst themselves. The gold one stopping a moment to snap at one of the butterflies, causing the other two to laugh. Suddenly green eyes focus on you.

"You must be that visitor Acorn Fur told us about." The female says. She gently swishes her tail, bobbing her head in greeting. You nod your head as well, and introduce yourself. "Oh that's a fun name. I am Lark Song. Acorn Fur is my mate, and this is one is Squirrel Paw." She said looking at each as she mentioned their name. They bob their heads and you return the greeting to each.

"Do you need something?" Acorn Fur asked rather flatly. You back up a bit, saying how you didn't mean to intrude.

"Oh you didn't intrude!" Lark Song replied giving a sort of glare to her mate. "We were just going to look for herbs." You nodded and looked at Acorn Fur asking if he was the Herbalist. All three wolves chuckle.

"Oh, no!" Squirrel Paw says. "I know he's covered in herbs, but that's only cause he collects them for Lark Song when he's out hunting."

"Actually, when we met, I'd knocked a good sized bundle of herbs onto myself." Acorn Fur said. "I must not have gotten them all off."

"You normally haven't." Squirrel Paw said. Lark Song chuckled. She looks at you and wags her tail.

"I know!" She suddenly exclaims. "Why don't you join us?" You start to say how you were just passing by, but she puts a paw up.

"Do not say that, it is always fun and plus you'd get to know more about the pack." She said. You can't help but notice a look from Acorn Fur. Whether it was just that his mate had invited a stranger to join them, or the part about knowing more about the pack you can't tell. Mostly for Acorn Fur's sake you further insist that you shouldn't. Lark Song nods, although she seems somewhat disappointed.

"Well, in that case let me get you something." She looks at Acorn Fur, and Squirrel Paw. "Hang on boys."

"Alright." Squirrel Paw replies. You ask what she is doing.

"She's getting a-" Acorn Fur starts.

"A Healing Salve!" She exclaimed, although it was somewhat muffled by the salve in her mouth. She drops it at your feet. "At least let us welcome you with something." She says. You thank her and take the salve. The wolves give their good-byes and leave.