Wapun Meadow Apricot Wishes

"You could be a king, if you wanted to..." The Queen of the Forest had said to Birk. It was a warm late summer afternoon, the sun was slowly making it's way to the horizont and he was lying side by side with a regal she-wolf, whose coat was cloaked in various shades of grey, black and white, while her eyes were in the color of silver. She was taller than an average wolf. Not beautiful in the common sense, however, when Birk had met her, he had lost himself entirely for her. They had spent the rest of the summer and the golden months of autumn together - wandering, exploring and hunting. The Queen, who was a lot older than Birk taught him great many things. 

Not a thing for me. He had replied to which she had asked, how long did he plan to roam around without a set purpose in his life? How many more years he was going to waste? He could not answer her at that time, nor did he knew the clear answer to it now, as he stood in a snow covered clearing next to a tall mountain range. The Queen had disappeared without a trace few weeks earlier and, though he had known that is search would be fruitless (one of the people, who - if they do not want to be found - cannot be found), he put an effort. Until winter caught up with him and he realized that it was a high time he sought a shelter for the cold months. 

And here he was again - in the wilderness that had hosted him last year. Perhaps... perhaps this year would be different. Maybe the path of a king was worth to give a try as long as it was entertaining and kept him busy. Birk smiled to himself and began walking South, where he caught the scent of a settlement nearby.