Wapun Meadow Past and Present Storms

bruzza! :3

the failure of bhediyon does not weigh so heavily on the starlet as it seems to do her brother (though she of course has no clue to his feelings -- hell, she hasn't really made an effort to keep up). after being rebuffed by the pack on the coast wb turns on her heels and heads back south, picking a direction she hasn't been yet. it isn't quite as fun to traipse circles around the teekons as it used to be without kinkajuú or even the thought of her to keep her warm. 

she's not looking for weetzie - she never is, honestly - but his scent is a welcome find as she flings herself after it with alacrity, voice sharp in its cheer: "weetz!" and lathes him with her customary tongue-bathed greetings. "aw, jeez, it looks like it's gonna snow somethin' fierce, huh?" no mention of the myriad failures that dot her narrative horizon, no need to evoke worry from her dear brother.