His coal black nose roused the petals of a small daisy as he inhaled its sweet fragrance. Then when the bird's call flooded the calm air, he lifted his chind and looked around, he doubted another predator would dare to bother him in the middle of the meadow but one could never be sure. His ears moved in the base of his skull like radars, searching for any source of sound that might give away the position of his companion.
In the distance he saw a wolf cloaked with a dark coat padding calmly through the meadow. Even if he was not dangerously close to the Swiftcurrent's borders, the peppered male would like to know his buisness around the lands. He stepped away from the precious flowers and trotted to intercept the male, his tail and neck always kept at a neutral position.
"Good afternoon" he called to him while he awaited for the male's response to his greeting.
