Wapun Meadow going home

Laurel from Bearclaw Valley, a pack he assumed by the way she smelled of one. What about you? she asked, and Slavik let out a sigh. Well his chosen title was traveler, but at the moment he wasn’t feeling much like one. He’d lazed about here in this valley for a four days now, when he should’ve been exploring. It was partially because he was tired, but also because this meadow was like his island of the lotus eaters. It’s comfortability and ample amenities made him feel warm and invited, and it was becoming more and more difficult to leave. But he was going to, he was gonna pick his lazy ass up and keep exploring because he was going to enjoy this adventure for as long as he could. Walk till you drop! he would make his mantra.

Currently, I’m an tenant of this meadow. But I’m planning on getting back on the move soon. I’m just a traveler, he said with a soft smile.