Fairspell Meadow Lepus and the Grand Evasion

Southbound, Minshi had continued onward with his journey, leaving behind the ragged woman he'd seen. Though he'd not actually interacted with her, the memory was burned into his mind. It was primarily due to her having been the first living, breathing wolf he'd spotted since his departure from home. Prior to his leaving, he'd always assumed he'd be able to go right up to the first stranger he'd come across and strike up a conversation, but his nerves had gotten the better of him at the last second. He'd instead opted to abandoning his own path, letting her get past him and then watching as her form had steadily disappeared beyond his line of sight. Looking back, he recognized the fact that he'd missed out on an ample opportunity to learn a bit about whatever land he'd crossed into. Luckily, such a notice was something he'd been able to get past, allowing his paws to touch base with a new terrain without any negative thoughts buzzing around between his ears.

Dried mud coated his legs and underside from his trek through the waterways, which, when combined with the tall grasses of the meadow, had him wanting to scratch his skin off. Thankfully, Minshi didn't go quite that far, but he had stopped on several occasions to sit and scratch away, attempting to scrape as much of the gunk off as he could. Some stops were more eventful than others but, for the most part, the itch just didn't want to subside. No matter, the star child had forced his focus upon literally anything and everything, doing his best to forget the tingling of his skin so that it might stop bothering him. Mind over body, right? Right?

The further Minshi progressed, the greater his ability to forget the temptation that was scratching at himself became. It had, perhaps, diminished entirely when he'd spotted the first little cluster of wildflowers. They weren't much of a sight just yet, many still being nothing more than buds, but he was amazed all the same. That single spotting had lured him into a search for more, dragging him closer to the heart of the territory as he sought to check out every inch of the land. His steps were partially aimless, however, and his attention not slipping from the task he'd assigned himself to.