Wapun Meadow Their prowess is potent and secretly stern

*Invades*

Amun needed to get out of the Woods, if just for a little while. He liked his new home. More importantly, he liked the company there whom he'd met, and was more than a little excited to meet everyone in the pack. As far as the young wolf was concerned, they were family. He would do his best to provide whatever he could for all of them. 

But...
Blackfeather Woods were dark. They were rather a dismal place to live, the ever-present chorus of ravens and crows interrupting his dreams in the night. Amun knew little of the rich history it held, nor did he know the cave systems that sat beneath his new home. All he knew was that he enjoyed sun bathing, and there was nowhere in the entire Woods to do so.

So he had walked for two days. And then, after crossing a small mountainous region, he found his sanity. There were wildflowers everywhere. A rabbit fled from him, fat in the afternoon from clover. Though he knew not the eponym of Wapun Valley, he was reminded of the dawn at once in spite of the hour.

Amun spotted a young she-wolf chasing a butterfly. She was a lovely little thing, the sun shining off her white fur. Clearly a pup of the past season, he wondered where she hailed from. Amun gave a light huff and trotted with a spark in his step toward her. He could hear the snapping of her teeth in the air. The warmth he felt and the scent of grass about him made him gleeful - and stupid.