Wapun Meadow Blessing the rain

She introduced the land as Teekon Wilds – stirring his bright eyes to shift from her and steal around the land before them. And then, quite promptly and without complaint from the silver rogue, she named the field they stood in. A lopsided grin made its way to his face then, giving a faux serious nod of agreement. “Definitely fitting,” he determined, though he was wondering if she held much knowledge to the lands they stood in.

His eyes followed her directions then, spotting a looming slope in the distance. With his interest piqued, the lone wolf canted his muzzle slightly to the side, listening to her words and wondering if he had just stumbled upon the lottery. An upcoming pack. One that did not want to chase him away. Exhilarated with this possibility, the poor youth tried to contain himself, shifting his front paws lightly as he gathered his thoughts. “Do you have followers yet?” She spoke with ‘we,’ which indicated they were others.