Wapun Meadow Did you walk the expansive nature, and feel the wind burning your soul

i wasn't sure if this was all welcome, but just toss me a message if it isn't!

not often a wolf of unbidden reflection, stigmata had a hard time shaking the feeling of nostalgia once it hit him. he had tracked a fractional herd of deer from arrow lake, and upon nearing the meadow of his introduction into these wilds, he abandoned his hunt briefly for a small side quest.

the warhound scoured the barren field, looking for a trace of... he realized what he was doing; knew it was a waste of his time. a waste of his abilities. stigmata didn't have time to chase ghosts, and it was when he turned to resume his tracking of his hoofed quarry, when he noticed a pitch figure against the winter-white backdrop. the wolf boofed once in the stranger's direction and lifted his tail into a wag, trying to ascertain whether the green-eyed shade would be welcoming or not.