Honeyed Pasture If you strip away the myth from the man

@Tzila

Date: 4/25
Time of Day: 6:33 pm
Cloud Cover: Patchy
Precipitation: Light drizzle — 0 in
Temperature: 44°F  
Wind Speed / Direction: 7 mph / Southerly
Viewing Distance: 4 mi

​He squinted, peering across the pasture into the Valley where he was born and raised. He wondered who was still here. Things tended to change quickly in Teekon Wilds, with things from war and politics to freak weather systems often being the culprit. There had been a few constants if he could remember correctly. Those...red-bird wolves, southwest of Blackfeather. Some pack up north past the mountains. Moonspear. And the Meloniis themselves, in one form or another.

Were they still here? Or had they been scattered to the winds once more?

Would he even find the wraith? Had she been killed? He snorted drizzle from his nostrils. 


This sucked.