Wapun Meadow Rising high to touch the sky

Haunter did not often visit the meadow, and this was mostly because when he had arrived in Teekon, it was covered in snow and had been relatively prey-less which meant little else to the dark wolf besides that the place was useless. He visited now because it was a warm day and most of the snow was melting if not already gone. The ground still felt cold, but it was of little consequence to any wolf, especially one born and bred on a mountain-crest.

The cool grass, free from the thick gag of snow that had eclipsed it for several months, felt pleasant beneath his paws, and Haunter considered visiting the meadows more often now that it was no longer a desolate pile of snow. He peered over the pale, sun-bathed plain, and spotted a dark figure—but before this, he'd heard her yapping, which is what had brought him in her general direction in the first place.

He paused many yards back, and watched with vague curiosity as the stranger dodged back and forth, loudly enjoying herself with some imaginary friend or worse... just herself. The one-earred wolf tipped his head and impolitely tracked her with his leering yellow eyes.