Wapun Meadow Child's play

To her relief, it was not the mad wolf she saw before. It was a different male, younger, with a different eye color and both ears. And from his smell, not of the same pack. The wolf smelled of the mountains, while the other smelled of a water source. A river perhaps? Were those the two packs Mephala told her to see?

She walked closer to the male, chuffing softly. He didn't seem up for conversation. The black wolf looked more interested in exploring the land. But if he wanted to talk, then she would squeeze whatever information she could out of him.