Wapun Meadow the bicameral mind

though typically on the hunt for food, stigmata followed a much different scent on the winds over wapun, dread and eagerness filling him in equal parts. he hated more and more coming down from the mountains, and if he still were not on the lookout for piper, he would not have ventured in the direction of rising sun at all. but fate or the roleplay gods had a rather funny way of setting things up, and now he found himself captured by the allure of a stray she-wolf in heat.

she was easy enough to spot on the plains - the lean, silvered body of bullet made wolf - and stigmata felt his pulse quicken with the incessant need to investigate her. ears tall and tail boasting of his position, the iron liege descended quietly into the snow-meadow, trailing after the lone female and chuffing to catch her attention. as her gaze turned to him he stopped, arced tail waving and expression gauging her receptiveness to his presence.