Wapun Meadow Methodology

He had been dazed -- for a while Peace thought it was a dream, but now that dawn was breaking over the meadow, he was finally sure that it had happened after all. With the arrogance that comes from youth, he didn't realize just how lucky he had been -- he very well could have wandered into no-wolf's land or into the jaws of something bigger and hungrier than he was. Now, he wandered aimlessly, ending up at the creek that ran through the territory, pausing to take a drink.

Well. At least it was pretty here. He was rather hesitant to actually seek out his new packmates, however. It wasn't like he was experienced at the whole dealing with non-family thing, let alone knowledgeable on what he should do to really assimilate or whatever. Maybe they had some screwball culture that he hadn't noticed upon joining (it was all a blur anyway) and he'd go and stick his foot in his mouth two words in to having a "normal" conversation. It was all new territory to him, both figuratively and literally.

It had to happen some time. Raising his head, he took a quick look around before heading farther upstream at a slow trot as the world brightened around him.