Wapun Meadow down to sit at the harsh world's feet

@Inkeri if you have the time? <3

He had given some days and some thought to Inkeri's invitation to join Kvarsheim, but his heart still wrestled with leaving his mother behind in the Strath. Even while they had spoken of wolves coming and wolves leaving, he realized that to leave the Strath was to leave his mother, and what grief might that put her through? She had already lost dad, and Mulberry and Thyme. Could she say goodbye to him, too?

Turmeric had thought of inviting her North with him, but she had a home and a place in the Saints. It would be selfish to ask her to leave, just for him. He may have been born there, but the Saints were his mother's choice. They hadn't been his. Reverie had proven thoughtful company on the meadow, and Inkeri on the moor the day before, and having found them both wonderful company, he knew he'd made his decision. He just wasn't sure he was ready to admit it yet.

But today, he would let these things roll from off his shoulders. Today, he would keep good on his word to Inkeri. He'd talked of visiting, and though he hadn't promised her, he did wish to see her again. Though they only knew each other from one conversation, he already considered her a friend.

The scent line had run heavy with the mingling mark of what he now called familiarity. He'd sensed it on both Reverie and Inkeri's fur. But rather than call from the borderline, he'd backtracked a little way into the meadow he'd talked to Reverie in, about flying and the ocean. Soft snowflakes flurried through the air today, delicate and light. A perfect winter's day.

He admired them for a moment, marvelling at the softness of the sky and the world around him, before he tipped back his head and called for his friend.