Chimera Fields where the miracle of beauty disappears

The awareness he wasn't alone set in shortly after he committed to his course. He let it play out but his footfalls slowed in their pace, his attention divvied between actively searching and offering the fromt he was the approachable sort. Truth be told, he liked to think he was approachable, it only depended on what did the approaching.

Pausing to nibble at the leaves of a sunflower bent from a previous storm, he heard the call. Somewhere behind him, never failed, but a cursory glance revealed the wolf and brought a halt to whatever destruction Dirge thought to render. His tail raised, flagging dominance that may as well have been for show; it waved easily, a quiet greeting for this someone who wanted his attention.