Wapun Meadow i am a question to the world

'Pologies about the long length! Got a little carried away here... No need to match it. :)

The Gamma was patient with him, seemingly more relaxed now that she knew he was no longer a threat... going so far as to take a seat nearby. It was like she had complimented Eli. She could have left him once she realized he wasn't going to harm her pack – but she decided to have a conversation with him instead! Oh how he missed these. His paws kneaded in excitement underneath him, his shoulders and hindquarters shifting briefly as if to expel the energy and abrupt urge to leap up happily. Elijah had to take things slow, he knew that not every wolf liked it when you jumped into their face with kisses and tail wags.
“Tuwawi.” She said, pronouncing each syllable slower for him. Ears perked, lips moving agape before he gave her an appreciative grin. He didn't know what Inuit was, but it sounded cool for her name to mean “quick”.
“Tu... Tuwawi,” he tried again – head tilting towards the russet beauty for guidance, hoping that he hadn't slaughtered her name. “Tuwawi. Tuwawiiii!” Chanting her name out then, he wiggled excitedly – broad, toothy grin wide on his lips all the while.
“I like it. I think your mentor picked a nice name. I don't know what Elijah means... but my Ma picked it so I think it's a good name too!” Ma said she named him after an old friend of hers, said she didn't much like the fellow now but she'd always liked his name and the way it rolled off the tongue. Eli, thus, always wore it proudly like a badge of honor. He was quite curious to what it meant now though...
“They do smell nice don't they?”
His head bobbed up and down, nodding as if his life depended on it for a few seconds – glad that he wasn't the only one that thought the flowers smelt nice. Maybe he'd collect some and put 'em in his den whenever he made or found one... Or he could give them out as gifts! Granted the ones that he crushed couldn't really make for good gifts anymore.
Tuwawi explained that she had adventured here to walk alone with her thoughts. Eyebrows furrowed, a look of concern crossing his face. She was a nice lady... Was someone bothering her?
“Yeah! I think so. If everyone is nice like you are, I think it'd make for a good home!” He exclaimed, pulling his chin towards his chest and snuggling his shoulders forward – feeling all warm and fuzzy about having a possible place to belong again. The agouti male dropped this stance a moment later, picking up a worried look again instead. “Is something or someone bothering you though, Miss?”