Wapun Meadow casanova

Despite the romanticism of the blooming surroundings that had brought this pair of strangers together, Noctura now considered the male in a new light. Was he indeed looking for a new pack? And would Ryūjin have him? It was not Noctura's place to say, of course, but the quiet truth was that he was the second highest ranking wolf in the pack, and he had the ear of his Alpha (not that he would ever even consider exploiting that for his own gains). If he thought this accented roamer could bring something to Ryūjin, he would suggest him to Asterr.

But what could he bring? Botany, poetry, an eye for new terrain? The key question was of course if he had any interest at all in standing with a new crowd.

"You are not alone?"

... As complicated questions go, that one topped the lot.

No, he said carefully. I'm a man of Ryūjin, a pack just beyond our meadow here. It lacks the sweeping vibrancy of these flowers, but boasts instead a vast underground forest that at places stretches up to the open sky.