Wapun Meadow Wakooli

Fox went south today, hoping to calm her mind and her body in the meadow. It felt like life never slowed down. Ever since her arrival in the creek, things had come at her one after another. First, Lethe's death. The cougar attack, Jinx's departure, the coyotes, and most recently Tortuga. Not to mention the loss of Haunter, who seemed to have no intention of returning to the creek. It burned, whether she liked it or not, and Fox had been on the lookout for a replacement. She would need somebody to pass on her bloodline come next year, and she was one picky lady.

A figure ahead caught her attention, and Fox, curious as ever, loped toward it. She slowed when she realized it was a wolf, and even more when she realized it was not one she knew. Observing him for a moment, she decided to approach cautiously, spine lowered between her shoulderblades. Her ears were erect and pointing forward, and her nostrils breathed in and out forcefully, trying to grasp his scent.