Wapun Meadow casanova

He nodded, accepting of the unexpected friendship that had all of a sudden flourished here in this meadow. The thought of finding a new packmate had been fleeting, and indeed the concept of a passing bond was quite as fine. And somehow the male's very presence had contributed to Noctura's study of the flowery meadow — after all, his interest in nature was quite abstract. If ever you do find yourself upon the borders of Ryūjin, call for me, he invited. Noctura.