Wapun Meadow Past and Present Storms

Early evening. Cloudy. 25°F / -4°C. Winter storm warning in effect.

Weetzie sniffed the cold evening air and scanned the clouds in the darkening sky. He could be sure that a blizzard was approaching. Perhaps an open field occupied only by a frozen stream wasn’t such a good place to be, but he figured he could find shelter soon enough.

For the past few months, he had been even more unsociable than usual. He hadn’t even sought out @Witchbaby, his beloved sister and the one other wolf he truly cared about. He wouldn’t admit it, but he harbored resentment towards Bhediyon, the pack that he had once considered joining. He had returned to the plateau months before to find it abandoned. Even the would-be alpha had vanished without a trace. He remembered how he had questioned his sister’s ability to commit to a pack, to be loyal, but out of all of them, his sister was the only one left. His restless, wandering sister had been more committed to the pack than its leader, and that angered him. He couldn’t admit it and certainly couldn’t put into words, but the situation had left him feeling betrayed.

It was no excuse for him to run off and leave his sister alone, but what was a socially awkward coywolf supposed to do? Seek out more wolves to abandon him? Wasn’t he better off alone? Sure, the wolves he had met in the Teekon Wilds had been friendly enough. He had even found most of them pleasant to associate with, but what good was that without stability? Without loyalty?

His stomach grumbled as he sighed heavily. He picked a mouthful of snow and let it melt in his mouth before swallowing it. He looked around looking for any small animals that might be around to hunt, but the land seemed barren. He finally turned towards the treeline to the south. Perhaps he could find some shelter there, or maybe in the mountains to the west.