Wapun Meadow casanova

"West" was a vagueity (and "Zanjheim" unknown), but not one that Noctura questioned. It wasn't that he was uninterested, and such was his history of travel it was likely that he had skirted by the male's home region, but his mind and heart was in the here and now. He was happy to speak with this stranger, and perhaps even make a friend of him, but his preference was that their conversation didn't shy into the past or the distance. The present was what mattered. The meadow. The flowers. The near beyond.

And it seemed he was right to think of the fair-looking male as a princely type, for his parents were high-ranking, and Noctura imagined that where he came from high rank counted for more than it did where Noctura came from. His own father had been an Alpha. And that had been only one word for him...

But Noctura had banished the past from his mind, so brought it back it back, and with it came fresh-sprung thoughts about pack life. There are no fields like this one, Noctura replied philosophically. And then his thought was voiced: are you seeking a pack to join?