Fairspell Meadow unhinge your jaw

The days were getting colder, and Darkmoon was beginning to worry again. As a lone wolf, especially one that was not practiced in the art of hunting, he was facing a potentially difficult winter. He did not have a cache of food, and with the recent upheaval of the land, much prey had left the Wilds - and Darkmoon had wondered on more than one occasion whether he should have followed them too.

The meadow on this day was pleasant to stroll through, and Darkmoon was able to forgot his worries for a moment. He trotted at a steady pace, stopping every now and again to sniff at a burrow or follow a faint scent trail; but there was nothing that particularly caught his attention or that needed further investigation. He kept on in this way for some time, until a distant figure emerged at the edge of the meadow. He changed his course to move towards it, already having an idea of what he might find.
    Sure enough, as he approached he confirmed the figure to be another wolf. Drawing closer, he could see that was an adolescent - another adolescent, as though the Teekon Wilds were only populated by young wolves approaching their prime. He slowed to a walk as he came near, holding his tail slightly aloft in an unsure show of power. He was older and larger as a result, but he had never been a strong, dominating presence. Still, this youngster could not know that, and so he maintained his posture. "In times such as these, shouldn't your parents want you close?"