Wapun Meadow Past and Present Storms

Weetzie jumped, slightly startled by the voice of his sister calling his name. He wagged his tail slightly to welcome her and braced himself for the overly affectionate greeting that he knew was coming. After enduring the greeting, he layed down and rolled in the snow as he spoke in his usual monotone voice. “I am pleased to see you you again, Witch. It has been some time.” Satisfied that he had sufficiently wiped off his sister’s slobber, he got back to his feet and said, “Indeed. I believe we in for a blizzard. I had in mind to seek shelter in the woods to the south.” He gestured towards the treeline in the distance.

It was then that a he noticed an unfamiliar scent in the air. He wrinkled his nose and sniffed, analyzing the scent and trying to identify it. He heard a bark from nearby and turned to its source to see another wolf, who also seemed to be the source of the new scent. He sniffed the air again, but he couldn’t find any of the usual smells from the wolf as the new scent overpowered all others.

Although he couldn’t identify the smell, he finally decided that he found it pleasant if not intoxicating, and very few things could frighten a young, awkward, unsociable coywolf more than a pleasant-smelling female. Had he been alone, he might have turned tail and fled, but he didn’t want to leave his sister alone with a stranger with a blizzard approaching. Instead, he tried his best to be polite, but his nerves got the better of him. He stood crouched down with his ears pulled back and said, “H… hello ma’am.” Perhaps his sister could handle the situation better.