Wapun Meadow Where are you??

Rickon was the furthest possible distance from the source of the howling when he first heard it. No other voice joined in, though it was clearly a call for someone, and as the lament continued, he began to feel for the caller— knowing well how it felt to call for someone who wouldn't or couldn't answer. Feeling unable to just go on his way, the dusky male adjusted his itinerary to reconcile with a minor detour. He didn't rush, feeling over-conscientious of that fact that he might interrupt something with his investigative meddling.

The young, dark-furred female was easy enough to find, settled neatly in the midst of a vast, sloping meadow. His tail wagged tentatively, making several chuffing noises to attract her attention. Surely she'd be disappointed that he wasn't the correct recipient of her highly specified call, so he waited to see how terribly she'd receive him in that moment before deciding to approach her fully.