Kintla Flatlands Vanity will cost you

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Tonravik had given him leave to roam and explore. With, or without that explicit permission, Kero was bound to drift away at some point and give in to his natural inclination to wander. His paws were restless. His mind grew bored. Exploring, he found, created enough intrigue and unknown to keep his idle thoughts occupied. It gave him a chance to test himself not only mentally but physically as well. Just because he was a pack wolf now, did not mean he was going to let himself lose the part of him that was well traveled. He'd do what he could when he was able. 

He was also determined to keep himself a bit of a free agent. True to his promise, he'd stopped at a passing river and washed himself thoroughly to rid himself of the scent of the Spine. He'd rolled in spring flowers and earthen pines, pressing his body once more through the dirt and mire to once more adorn the perfume of these wilds. There was something freeing about it. Refreshing. He'd not been a part of the Spine long enough to fully wear its nasal gowns, and one day that may change, but for now, he was free of those bounds. It was wonderful. 

Wandering where he would, he found himself in the midst of a field. Open and vast, he was but a ginger blur upon the map. He moved steadily, padding across the soft grasses as he breathed in the sweet scents of spring and explored where ever the wind would lead him. Bunny trails. Tiny burrows. Patches of taller grass worn in by constant use. There were so many things here to find. It was only so long until he made his first encounter. 

With a wolf. 

A tawny female who was average upon the eye. He thought nothing of her, but there was something in her demeanor that felt proud and familiar. Alas, he'd found it was always better to start off on a friendly note than with the element of surprise. He tipped his head aside and greeted her. "Fancy meeting you here." Or anyone at all.