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Slavik had traveled from place to place, from forests to mountains to rivers to fields. But nothing had made him feel as at home and comfortable as the meadow he was in now. It mimicked almost perfectly the small meadow at the heart of Kendry Plains where he and his sisters had played, but much larger. A vibrant lime green terrain pepper with a prismatic array of flora. After rolling in a patch of daisies so long that his own scent mingled with it utterly, he got back on the move.

At some point Slavik came across some mint, which smelled so intriguing that he just had to get a nip of. He punctured a leaf with one pearly white canine, his lips peeled back carefully, then licked eagerly at the residue that condensed at the site of the puncture. It tasted strange, but even more odd than the taste was the sensation. As it went down his throat he felt his throat tingle and feel open. Even his nostrils felt a slight buzz. He liked that very much, so he didn't continue walking until the rest of the mint plant was a pile of chewed up leftovers on the ground.

Now smelling like a musty young male who'd been traveling for weeks, as well as sweet daisies, and fresh mint, Slavik trotted through the meadow at a refreshing pace. He became aware all at once that he'd crossed over a fresh scent trail, that belonged to another wolf, and feeling as ever in the mood for company, the living Bath and Bodyworks boy altered his path and made off after her scent. When  at last they found each other Slavik gave her a loud and friendly bark.