Wapun Meadow BWP · runnin' when we hit 'em

Hope you don't mind if I hop in D:



A cool, light breeze playfully tumbled through the forest, snatching up leaves and tossing them into the fresh wind with abandon. It was kryptonite for a young wolf, not yet fully grown and still had many of his playful, puppyish qualities. The tan yearling had been lying in wait, his intent golden gaze snapping back and forth from each little flickering of light. The leaves floated like feathers, useless to the tide of the wind, providing a challenging target for Cuan. Only when he decided he could clamp his jaws down on a particular one did he spring from his prostrate position, leaping into the air to twist himself awkwardly. His maw was parted widely, canines exposed to the air as the brute tackled his target with a resounding snap, spearing the dried golden plant material upon his teeth. Leaf is jaws, Cuan fell like a stone back upon the earth, landing off-balanced and tumbling onto his side. But the puppyish omega had his prize; and with a shake of his jaws he tore the leaf to bits. But yet there were more floating above his wide-eyed stare, enticing him into a chase. Scrambling to his paws, the agouti creature galloped through the trees on a dogged chase of leaves that swirled, ducked, and buoyed just out of reach.

His paws were struggling to carry his frame, and he would often stumble or trip over a branch as his orbs were glued to the golden and red feathers above his head. He hardly noticed when the forest line broke into a meadow, save the leaves being caught in a strong gust and blown up into the endless blue sky. Tongue panting, Cuan's banner drooped, melancholy. The play was over. He quickly scanned the open expanse, and his ears perked up. Bon Dye? his nose twitched, and the omega began to trot towards the aroma. His tail wagging lowly but with happiness, he approached the two females at a slow walk. Hi guys, Cuan called out, coming to a stop near Pied, and some female he didn't really know. But the male was more interested in the rich, savory aroma that clung to the grass and the wind. It was definitely some sort of prey, and the idea of hunting made Cuan's tail wag even faster.