Wild Berry Meadow Por Una Cabeza

He meandered with a wayward stride that wove this way and that as he investigated the different sets of pawprints he found. His previous assumption that the meadow received lots of visitors turned out to be correct, leading him to assume that there was perhaps a pack nearby. He'd passed by the fading borders of a pack that once might've claimed the glen at the foothills of the mountain, but had not travelled anywhere near the caldera in the distant or the fen to the South of it. 

He'd paused to sniff at some rabbit droppings that were cold and hard by now, when he caught sight of something dark on the horizon. Another wolf- mostly dark from what he could tell, though there was a bit of colour at her throat that caught the light and looked almost like sunset orange. Striking, to say the least- but she meandered about just as he had, and he assumed that she either didn't mind his presence, or hadn't noticed him. So he continued on, finding his way to another set of pawprints- large, round ones belonging to a lynx- and keeping the dark female in his peripheral vision when he caught the sudden lift of her head and turned to glance in her direction. 

She greeted him with a sound that almost sounded excited- either that, or surprised. In response, the modest man uttered a soft, calm boof  to greet her, and introduce himself as one who meant no ill will.