Wapun Meadow Seasons

Large paws carried the lithe brown and grey brute casually through the meadow, amber eyes gleaming in the dense light that surrounded the flora filled terrain as he journeyed aimlessly. This part of the land was probably one of the most beautiful he'd travelled so far. A smile making its way across leathery lips as he surveyed the land contently. His bushy tail swaying behind him as he scented the many flowery aromas that lingered in the air, this area was probably one of the best smelling places he'd ever visited too. It gave him a relaxed, tranquil feeling.

Brown ears perked forward at the sudden sound of a chuff, coming to a stand still his eyes glanced in the direction of the unexpected voice. Streiter had been so preoccupied looking around the land that he hadn't realised there was another wolf just a head, somewhere. He knew the voice was close, but he couldn't see through the many swaying flowers that covered the meadow. He wasn't going mad? Was he? The brute shook the thought from his mind, eyes gleaming as they searched the land, nostrils flaring as he attempted to scent out the wolf. A small smile gradually forming across his muzzle as a feminine aroma tingled at his nose, head tilting some as he peered around, he replied casually, ”Maybe.” A small chuckle escaped him as he peered around once more, seeing no sign of another.