"Fall" Short Story

You give a soft sigh as you walk along the narrow concrete paths of the park, the occasional crunch of a dead leaf under your feet, along with the cool air blowing into your face all to well reminding you; It's Fall, the time of year where the earth renews itself for the next year, at least, as much as it can.
Taking a deep breath of the clear, cool air, you continue your walk, hoping to find somewhere to rest your legs, as, you'd been walking for a few hours by now, at least. Opting to go for a walk, rather than spending all day cooped up inside, considering just how sore you'll be tomorrow, but... You'd be lying to yourself if you said it wasn't worth it.

Off in the distance, you see a figure, as well as a bench. Finally, somewhere to rest your aching legs, the figure seems to turn to you as you approach, the shape becoming more defined as you get closer. It's a wolf, giving a soft smile and a short wave your way before returning to facing forwards. You soon join him on the bench, although with a fair bit of space between you, the bench facing the slowly setting sun, the sky turning into deep shades of orange and purple as the day draws to a close, the wolf beside you taking a deep breath before rising to his feet, putting his hands in his pockets as he walks away.

You take your own last deep breath of the cool air before rising to your feet, starting the walk back home.