Wapun Meadow i am a question to the world

Elijah wanted to remain optimistic. Part of him, however, was worried that this wouldn't turn out well. Whilst the russet beauty hadn't appeared terribly aggressive, she was – rightfully so – cautious of him. The slightest wrong move could land Eli in a land full of hurt, he knew that well enough by now. Dealing on and off with pack wolves during his months as a lone wolf had wised him up on that subject. But he hoped for things to flow smoothly. Just as he was beginning to loose hope with his eyebrows sinking into a look of concern, the female's stern expression softened.
She approached closer, and Eli remained still – flashing a larger smile whenever she gave him a glance. He was used to the inspection, used to other wolves coming towards him and giving him a sniff or a nuzzle. Being a pack animal like he was, he missed it.
“Tu... Tuwa...” He stumbled, trying to properly pronounce her name without utterly slaughtering it. That'd just be rude! Lips pulled in a brief pout before she announced her title – Gamma of Swiftcurrent Creek.
“Ah!” He exclaimed happily, raising his chin off his legs to stare excitedly up towards her – as if suddenly, he worshiped the ground she stood on. “I'm new around here so... I was exploring! Found these flowers and thought they smelt nice...” He turned towards the purple flowers he squashed underneath his bulk and then back to the Gamma lady.
“What about you, Miss? What brings you out to this... meadow?” Eli realized he didn't know what it was called either.