Wapun Meadow wildflowers

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The meadow was a place he enjoyed, having only recently found it he already decided it was a favourite sight of his. It was also close enough to the swiftcurrent wolves that he had little worry of being harassed by members if his pack. He had descended to the meadow shortly after his altercation with Kipling, the lambda left him with a decent, albeit treatable, wound on his back leg. He was lounging near the creek, having spent some time tending to his wound in some fashion as well as inwardly trying to place the blame for the recent events in his life on someone, or something. When the silver male approached the opposite side of his resting spot, the halfbreed almost froze, watching. He's spent enough time away from the spire lately that he wouldn't be stinking of the mountain, however he recognised the scent of a swiftcurrent immediately. When the wolf did nothing except drink from the creek, Fang let out a soft sigh, relief, or resignation. Figures. I come here to avoid my pack, and one of you lot would show up. Despite his irritation, he tried to carry a light-hearted tone. He was in no shape mentally, or physically for another altercation. Speech thoughts