Wapun Meadow Ease my Mind

It hadn't occurred to Bazi until recently that scouting could be done much closer to home - that in fact, this was probably more beneficial to the Creek wolves than far-flung excursions to the beach.

Today she headed south, drawn by the scent of budding blooms. Wapun Meadow had been quick to take full advantage of the improving temperatures, and many of its delicate inhabitants were reaching out their colourful arms to bask in the sunshine. It was the young Lambda's intention to lay among them, inhaling the fresh, new scent of spring until her nose burned. Even arctic wolves grew tired of winter, and Bazi was no exception.

But someone else had beat her to it. If it hadn't been for the tuft of brown hair that peeked out between the petals, she might not have noticed (the scent of wolf was impossible to pick out here). The yearling flattened her ears in a display of caution and made a low, huffing noise to catch the stranger's attention without startling them into action. They were technically beyond the borders, but still - Swiftcurrent Creek was only a short sprint away. "Hello?"