Wild Berry Meadow ludus

An adventurer at heart, though long had it been since his last journey away from home. He’d been grounded, so to speak, kept within the confines of the woods by the need to protect his children. Yet, no matter how great his age became or how many children he needed to watch over, never had his wanderlust died away. Always had it been there, lingering within the back of his mind, nagging at him to see something new. In the past, he had always waved the feeling off, ignored it and filled his time, instead, with his family. Today, however, he’d been unable to resist the urge to travel, and so beyond the woods had he gone.

Kove had ventured through the flatlands, his usual path towards the lake having not been taken. Whilst he had been able to see it in the distance, still, during the first portion of his trek, it had eventually faded from his line of sight. Replacing it was a meadow he could not recall having ever visited before, despite its close proximity to the woods. It was a pleasant sight to behold, and vastly different from the darkness of Blackfeather, but he’d hardly the chance to explore it further before his attention latched on to something entirely different. Knowing not the being that had screamed, nor believing that their identity should determine whether or not he investigated, he’d set off in the direction from which it’d originated.

Pushing through a cluster of bushes, his gaze had been quick to land on a crumpled form, pressed against the earth. It had been easy to mistake her for a coyote at first, but he’d crept closer anyways, hesitantly circling the form. Then, as he’d neared her head, he’d asked, “Are you alive?” There didn’t appear to be a large amount of blood anywhere, and he swore he’d spotted the steady rise and fall of her sides, but, y’know, had to be sure. “How can I help?” would follow directly after, should she give some sort of indication that she was conscious.