Wapun Meadow you can only blame your problems on the world for so long

Ahh, Valdemar nods. His amber eyes set about the open meadow, instead of the sneezey coywolf. He tries not to laugh at the snot, but the best he can control is leaving it at a grin.
The world’s a big place, and it’s worthwhile seeing it for yourself. Best if you got a friend or two in toe with ya on the same mission, he reminisces back on his nomadic days and the gang. Of Grethe’s wise words and Dieter’s grumpy half-asleep self.
Really helps ya find yourself in ways. Or, lest it did with me. He ends with a reassuring grin, hoping it might quell the nerves of the hesitant Florian.