Golden Glade taking your time

As he swallowed the singular poppy seed, Bastian felt a gentle wave of release course through his body. The German hummed in contentment, the feeling of some kind of opiate calming his already agitated body. His tail thumped against the snow covered ground as he sighed, his body collapsing on its side into the snow. He murmured something to himself as he rolled in it, displaying an uncharacteristic childish bliss that lasted but only a moment as he popped up and began to walk.

The weather was at last calming down, warming up bit by bit until it felt comfortable...well, as comfortable as winter could be. He feared not the warmer winter, having already lived through this last cold spell and many others like it. The medic moved with some semblance of confidence through the snow, stopping only at the edge of where the Court had been.

There was a change. The claimaints had changed, the new scent recent — and strong. They had not officially claimed the territory just yet, but he suspected it would be soon. Peering into the Glade, he saw a figure in the distance. Not daring to trespass on newly claimed grounds, he called out to the wolfish figure. Hallo! Guten tag, mein Freund. Are you all new here?