Dawnlark Plains pause for paws

Meldresi was not as young as she used to be. She grew tired on these excursions early, taking more rests than she would have before her children's birth. It was an inevitable fate, a part of life, of course. She went into her dotage gracefully, though. Her exhaustion was carefully hidden behind years of discipline, as she walked through the taiga, looking for a place to rest and think. She was having a hard time doing this, actually; there were wolves everywhere that she ran into, looking for a conversation.

Once again, she saw a wanderer on the taiga. For a desolate, frozen place, there seemed to be a lot of wolves up north. She was close enough to him that they could carry a conversation (a far off one at that). But she did not speak, letting him initiate it, if he wished.