Wild Berry Meadow Losing Time

The more he walked the more he wondered when winter was gonna give up.  Maybe he should just go home and try again when the weather was better -- all the smart wolves had found somewhere to bunker down for the remainder of winter, right?  Thus far, he'd seen nothing, and he'd been doing an ok job (so he thought) of looking around to spot anyone.  About when he was about to give up and turn around, he thought he saw part of the snow move, but that quickly focused into actually being a pale-colored wolf.  How about that.

He returned the greeting and redirected his path to head towards her, his tail wagging casually as he did so.  She, unlike Fern, seemed to actually be alone from the scent of things.  Quixote was a little more wary than last time after just how ridiculous that whole Blackthorn debacle turned out in the end.  Since then, he'd swore that his attempts to recruit people would come with a bit more of a sanity check.  After all,  he wanted a girlfriend in the end, not a bunch of crazy chicks making everyone's life in the pack hell.

Either way, time for him to attempt to play it cool, to be a good representative of the Caldera... All that.  And if he could passably pull it off or if now that he actually was trying to, he was gonna fall flat on his face.  Hey there.  The wilderness treating you ok?  How was one supposed to randomly talk to strangers again?  Uhhh.  The other thing was that he didn't want to assume too much.  Walking up and asking if she was looking for a pack was way too bold on multiple levels, asking what brought her out to this area seemed too weird and personal...  Yep, this was likely the best the jet black guy was gonna be able to do.