Autumn was finally upon them, bringing about cooler temperatures and falling leaves. The abundance of food was still good for the time being, but it was a sign that things would change in the coming months. They would need to be prepared for the coming winter for sure, bringing Apricot to his favorite fishing spots within the falls.

The three legged wolf leapt from rock to rock, his multi colored eyes watching the running water for signs of life. Patience was the key here, waiting for the perfect moment to strike any prey that happened to come by. Once Apricot found his perfect place to perch, he sat down like a statue, ears perked forward and body calmly poised for any action he might get this morning.

The fishing trip was also a good distraction. It had been hard attempting to get more followers for the kingdom, not to mention trying to live up to his sister's expectations. Being King was a daunting task for the young male, but he was willing to give it his all. What were the qualities of a good king? Apricot didn't really have any long lasting examples, as most that he knew or heard of had died of numerous causes.

They weren't around long enough for him to get attached to and learn from. No role models meant he literally felt like he was swinging this by the skin of his teeth. But Apple seemed to believe in him, and that was all he really needed. In the end, he just hoped that their luck would change and more followers would come. Also that this plague would leave them all alone, then they could move on with their lives.