Wapun Meadow Apricot Wishes

Birk's way through the meadow was surprisingly easy - there was snow, but the winds that were allowed to play around freely had heaped and pushed the powderpuff snow in every direction and to her lighting. Therefore areas of solid ground, where the grass and dirt was visible, mixed with places, where the heaps were chest high and difficult to manouver through. But he wasn't a tough Northerner for nothing - he progressed with relative ease and did not complain. He had seen worse.

A gust of wind brought a smell of another wolf and Birk - though not particularly interested in the stranger - stopped to scan the area and see, who it was and how far it was. It was almost impossible to do - the stranger wore the same color coat as Birk himself did and had not the other moved just a bit, the man would have missed him entirely. Now - however - his gaze was locked at the other wolf, waiting for it's next move and whether they were going to meet or pass each other without paying much attention.