Adventures in Oakhaven Forest: When Wolves Howl
When Wolves Howl In the whispering woods, where squirrels chattered and hedgehogs grumbled, autumn's chill painted the leaves with fiery hues. Gwyneth the squirrel, a blur of orange fur and nervous chatter, stuffed her cheeks with plump beechnuts like a living treasure chest. Nearby, Merlin the hedgehog, his prickly armor hiding a soft heart, scoured the forest floor for fallen acorns, his nose twitching like a furry radar. Suddenly, the forest held its breath. Birdsong vanished, leaves froze, and a shiver crept down their spines. "Wolves," rasped Merlin, his voice like dry leaves rustling. Two pairs of amber eyes gleamed through the undergrowth, followed by growls that sent shivers down even the bravest bramble. Panic fluttered in Gwyneth's chest. Like a furry rocket, she shot up to the nearest oak, her claws scratching for purchase on the rough bark. Merlin, surprisingly quick for his prickly armor, waddled towards a thorny thicket, hoping to turn the