Wapun Meadow Bow down before the one you serve.

Hi! Lovely writing. :)

He found nothing but tall green grass and open sky, for the first little while at least. The value of such a wide open plain did not register in his brain; he knew that some plants could be useful, or at least the bark of some trees, but there were only a few of those scattered here and there—and he had no way of telling which was worthwhile and which was not. Plus, stripping a tree of its bark was not exactly the kind of thing he had in mind. So he ignored most of the plant life around him. He stomped on a patch of flowers, sniffed at a ratty nest of thistle, and was about to move on when a noise boomed a few meters ahead of him.

How he failed to recognize the wolf in the reeds is anyone's guess; but it was the sneeze that drew his attention away from the soil, and with the drawing of his head high, his hackles serrated along his spine. Another sneeze came, and this time Revui could see that it was the young man who produced them. If he was sick then Revui would want to keep his distance.

That said, Revui was also a very stupid, very antagonistic young man. He began to stride closer regardless of the possible danger. He walked with a bit of a swagger, feeling as if he belonged there in the meadow more than this stranger. As he got closer he slowed and then stopped, drawing a few cursory sniffs of the air while he hunted for signs of true illness; but there was only the strong scent of flowers, which made Revui wrinkle his nose.