Wapun Meadow the needy eat man-mades, they wear phony clothes

you can skip me going forward if you want <3

astara read both her companion's faces, her tail swaying gently back and forth over her hocks in anticipation. this moment was the culmination of all important aspects of her life: her family, and the wolf she had made her family in their departure.

she would not eavesdrop or pry. leaving the two to their conversation astara climbed the rock marking bearclaw's borders and glanced west, surveying the fog as it rolled off of wapun in silvery wreaths.