Wapun Meadow going home

i hope you don’t mind, I couldn’t resist!

This was the fourth day that Slavik had awoken surrounded by a plethora of aromas, the pleasant scents of the meadow. He’d taken his time here to rejuvenate, to prepare for his return to the road. He’d originally planned to spend only a day or two in the meadow, but that third day he found himself so enamored by the beautiful landscape and the comfortability of his makeshift nest, that he couldn’t bring himself to go. He’d spent all day yesterday relaxing and hunting rabbits, and assuming today he would leave. With a yawn however, and a quick glance at the meadow beyond, Slavik decided that one more day couldn’t hurt.

He rose reluctantly, summoned to his feel by the rumbles of his stomach. He looked to  the pile of fur and bones from yesterday, just to see if there was anything there he could possibly salvage. He kicked it lightly with one paw, and there was nothing there but the rattling of small rabbit bones against each other. He sighed, then shook out his fur and stretched. 

He wandered through the meadow in search of a fresh rabbit scent, but instead found a wolf scent. Curiously he began to follow it, his nose parting the tall grass as he walked. It didn’t take long before Slavik came upon a grayish brown female, and after a moment of watch her he chuffed to get her attention. He carried himself easily, for he knew he was on the large side and so he didn’t want to seem imposing.