Wapun Meadow scared money can't win and a worried man can't love

Asteria felt him before she saw him. Freeing her forelimb from its entrapment, she searched the barren land for the gaze piercing her. There. Her optics locked onto the viridescent stare of a wolf-like creature. She merely watch him as those eyes ran over her, her own taking in the pitch-black of his pelage. As she looked closer, his night-kissed pelt seemed dappled with copper hues that caught in the waning achromic light.

Her ivory maw parted, then promptly shut. It felt nearly wrong to speak - she did no such thing. It was not unlike her to simply give him a flicker of her chestnut tail, so that was all she offered.