Wapun Meadow open my chest and color my spine

she wouldn't go far from Easthollow. whatever happened had happened. if she was accepted, she'd be loathed to leave for long periods of time and for long distances. if she was rejected, Winnie would move further inland in hopes of finding a pack. she'd senselessly wander until she found a place that gave her a home. due to her lack of knowledge, she'd head west, away from the stone pillars. the name of this meadow was not known but she found it peaceful enough. she'd lay down among the spring bloom, resting her head below the flower stock.

and so she would snooze gently, her red coat the only thing standing out among the mostly white flowers. if she had a mind to pick them out by type, she would be spending hours here trying to identify each foliage. it was a good thing she was raised in a northern climate, so she knew most of the plants' names in the Teekons. but the girl still had much to learn. she'd rest for now and carry on best she could. woefully without care until a cause came for one for once. the meadow was lovely and she was so sleepy from her travels.