Wapun Meadow Thunder & Lightning

Wapun Meadow was a while from Blackfeather Woods and the farthest that the adolescent had yet travelled, but Cicero enjoyed being from the pack. It gave him time to recollect his thoughts and be alone. He liked being alone. Besides, exploring different territories was interesting, and knowing the lay of the lands would only help him become better at what he did.

Just as Cicero reached the edge of Wapun Meadow, the sky was torn apart by thunder. He hadn't seen thunder before, though he heard its roar. Cicero perked his head up and looked at the sky and the magnificent display of crackling lightning. Rain soon began to fall, and with his thin fur it didn't take long for Cicero to be completely wet. The Blackfeather youth peered at the sky as it crackled, without fear, and waited with interest for each crash of thunder.

When Cicero noticed the stranger, a white female with bloody red eyes, his tail twitched uncertainly. He had not met many strangers out in the wilds, and approached her with caution. "Is wolf here to see the thunder too?" he asked, although he guessed the answer to be no. In Cicero's experience, he was one of few wolves who could appreciate works of art like this thunder.