- Septimus
he turned his head as the other wolf got to his paws. Oh, hello there Leroy, he sighed, standing and shaking out his dirty fur. He hurried to collect the scattered herbs, saying back to the other wolf, Ah, there's no need. I can get them all myself. He grumbled something under his breath, scraping the berry branches into a pile, and sought out for the other herbs he had lost. Septimus emitted a small yawn, thinking to himself, Hmph. I'm no loner. He had to forgive the other wolf though. The forest was quite dark, and his black pelt blended in with most of their surroundings. Looking up, he saw a small bird flutter onto a branch with ease, as if it could see through the blackness. I wish I could see in the dark, he mumbled, sniffing around the trees to fins all of his precious herbs.

























