Wapun Meadow Blessing the rain

She might have felt silly speaking the words – realizing they were not quite within context, and yet not correcting it. Rifter, however, practically beamed at her for even encouraging his little game, and shuffling his paws at being called a ‘migentleman,’ his tail gave a sweep through the air to reveal his content. His new companion was positively adorable! “Rifter Dask – a weary traveler.” There was a small pause as his eyes stole around them to regard the area they were within. Teekon Wilds was a place unknown to him, but as he traveled, he was finding himself quite fond of the resourceful area. “Perhaps, Saena,” he murmured, using her name to test it out upon his tongue. “You could tell me where I am?”

His days bled together – the monotony of traveling alone.. He had been chased from a few pack borders already.. apparently being determined a waste of their resources for such a scrawny youth. He did not find this as much of a deterrent – his upbeat self instead argued quietly that they were not worth his time.