Wapun Meadow You sleep rather soundly for a murderer.

For all intents and purposes, Constantine had swept past the ocean side, despite his consideration of remaining near the idyllic seaside. He would return, but first he wanted to get away from the salted wind, and so he had scaled past the mountains, the journey arduous but needed to clear his head. He had known the moment he released his howl to those remaining on the island that he intended to stake claim and make a home for himself – growing weary of hoping another would suit him well each time he tried. But first, he needed a moment.. and in that moment, he found himself in a meadow, his fiery eyes grazing over the rather serene nature of it.
 
Briefly, he considered claiming land further from the ocean – away from the heartache of everything that had been taken from him. But he could no longer run from his past and the death of most of his family, despite how refreshing the air seemed to be.
 
It was then that his eyes fell upon the she-wolf – her own serene form resting by a stream. She was a lovely sight – of course he noticed this – a wolf in his prime, recovering from heartache, loss and seeking to create something of his own. Soft fur draped in a myriad of golds, ivories and blacks.. but it was the aura of the moment that truly drew him to her – as if she too was as lost as he was. He held back from announcing his presence for now – the longer and spiked fur along his deep chocolate and ebony nape bristling in the breeze that would no doubt carry his scent right to her.