Wapun Meadow remember the day we were giving up

Atomsk moved at a steady clip, trying to outpace a gentle storm looming far on the horizon. He was aware of the dull ache in his stomach that forewarned him to eat soon before his mood became affected, but he concentrated now on finding better shelter than this meadow currently provided. There were woods in the distance ahead of him -- an ideal place to both hunt and rest -- but he was distracted by a moving slip of white to the east of him, and he turned his head to observe the tangible wolf that materialized in place of a ghost.

He perked up, watching with mild interest as she seemed to mill about uncertainly. A wolfish sense of curiosity got the better of him, causing the large wolf to change trajectories and approach her at a slow drag of a walk; trying subtly not to appear threatening in his manners. He kept his head low and his tail waving at a pace somewhere between good-natured and neutral, and he made a noise to capture her attention if he didn't have it already.