Wapun Meadow flowers, flowers

young and very full of energy, too. it was infectious. he was caught between amusement and annoyance and the former won out, his mouth lighting in a smile. yes, spring is beautiful, adi remarked, nodding in fervent agreement. his tail beat against his hocks, slow and steady behind him.

my name is aditya, he returned. it's good to meet you, kisha. are you out here all by yourself, or do you live with a pack nearby?

she didn't, based on smell, but he figured the polite thing to do was asked. kisha seemed a bit young to be on her own—he had to constantly remind himself that he was a wanderer at her age, too, without family or a care in the world. as he got older, he grew further and further from that reality, and thus forgot it.

they spoke for a little while longer, and then went their separate ways.