Wapun Meadow do you ever feel like the only one?

lookin for Uaine Gorsedd wolves

Summer’s warmth faded, fall’s brilliant orange hue was turning white. Hogo had went out to search for Stormrift's former leader months before. Such a fruitless endeavor, for he still roamed these lands alone. Ford's trail had been washed away by the elements long ago, so there was no easy way to find him. Hogo should have given up then and there. Besides, he didn't even know the guy that well. Why waste your life searching for a ghost you've barely talked to? Something in his heart willed him onward. Ford had given him a home in a time of need. It was only fair to repay the favor. But as the months dragged on the man became less optimistic.

Hogo was a mess. His fur was ragged, his head was always held low, and his eyes were missing that spark of life. This goose chase had clearly gotten to him and the lack of prey didn't make things any better. He didn't know exactly why this place was void of life, he had been far away from the earthquake's reach.

He was relieved to come across a quiet meadow. Finally he could rest after days of travel! Hogo released a heavy sigh as he collapsed in the grass.