Fairspell Meadow in rest, in wake, in front of my truly born beloved

@Svetlana

He takes to the meadow after his morning patrol, surveying the scents woven throughout. It's a habit of his to check in every few days, scout for any recognizable wolf scents. So far none have proven recurring, thankfully; the wraith can't imagine tolerating neighbors so nearby. Bad enough that they have to deal with the Caldera pack. So he stays vigilant, watching for any sign of unwanted company too near to his Woods.