Wapun Meadow Trying to figure out who I am

He hasn't seen his sister, Thistle, much recently. It worries him. There are a multitude of questions running through his head; 'Maybe she doesn't like pack life much.' 'Does she just need more time to settle in?' 'Is she okay?' Experience tells him to give her a wide berth for now. When Thistle is ready, she'll seek him out. That's the way they've always been. It doesn't stop him from being concern, though, so he decides to stretch his legs before he ends up sticking his head in a mountain of snow to cool it down.

Wapun Meadow is the same as always; covered in a layer of snow, yet open and beautiful. He keeps away from the area he knows is close to the neighboring pack called Diaspora, and edges along Easthollow. Still, he's away enough from the pack that he can clear his mind some. Maybe he'll get lucky and find something to hunt.