Wapun Meadow i can feel your teeth on my paper-moon skin

he had followed the scattering tracks of what must have been a severely deranged hare -- up until it slipped into the fold of a pack's borders. unwilling to test the nature of a wolf's protective teeth, ich'aak had turned from the borders and headed for the meadow.

as he traisped across the empty expanse he thought he scented something enticing and alluring -- more than once the bouquet tested him, and more than once he gave pause and inhaled deep into the cold air.

it was not a scent he could isolate, and so, he continued his trek across the lonely landscape until he saw the shape of a wolf. under normal circumstances ich'aak might have avoided the silhouette, except it was female and as he drew closer, he suspected she may be the originator of his interest. quietly he drew to a halt and regarded her, his moss-green eyes laid plainly on her figure.