Fairspell Meadow the world has turned and left me here

@Astrid

He roamed across the sloping hills of the mountains intent on finding something to eat, but only found a fresh path to somewhere new and open. The meadow sprawled across his vision and soon enveloped his body with a vast array of spring growth; new buds were everywhere, with smatterings of every color ranging across the horizon. The wolf picked his way through them without seeming to notice the beauty indicative to the area. He stopped to sniff some roots, idly chomped some of the greens he found to settle his aching stomach, but was not transfixed for any length of time. He stopped only when the winds turned and a great swell of wolf scent began to compete with the perfume of the flowers. It was faint; a long ways off still, but it piqued his interest like nothing else.