Wapun Meadow Improvise

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Artisan became quite transfixed with the twisted silhouette shapes that were the branches above her. They appeared black as the sun came sharply through, a stark contrast of brightness and shadow that eased her until she was lost in thoughts of her future and what this new and exciting fresh start away from home would bring. Her sense of adventure was rife and her youth would only aid her in seeing as much of the world as she could set her paws on.

A sound interrupted Artisan's reverie; a sharp sound, a curse perhaps? Long sloping nose lowered and her body twisted in its seated position in the direction of the sudden sound. She had been unaware, and scolded herself for such silliness- Artisan usually had her wits about her much better than this. In the distance, a wolf seemed to be pacing up and down, the movements seeming unsure and somewhat irritable.

It would probably have been a wiser idea to leave the figure well alone, but Artisan could smell that this wolf was not Ookaan. She was respectful of the border in her distance, but could she be here for a reason? A few long-limbed strides brought the stranger into much better view: a female with wonderful markings. "Good morning," she offered, with no judgement or authority in her tone. There was no need; Artisan was as much a stranger as Turquoise was at this stage.