Wilson

Nobody would suspect that Wilson would be happy for the seasons changing. He tended to get a bad rap, like most wolves, due to his supposed diet. If any of the forest folk went missing, he was the first to be blamed. So everyone else steered clear of him. It wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to branch out, get to know others, have new experiences and share his talent for making homes for the smaller animals. Whenever he would try to reach out, he couldn’t get close enough to tell anyone that he only ever ate fish from the stream. He guessed his looks didn’t help. He looked dark and unapproachable. And so it surprised him deeply when he stumbled upon a bunny that didn’t immediately run away when they saw each other.