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

She was glad he had come!

Her assurance was enough to whisk away any last shreds of doubt he’d held in those hours that had passed between when he’d left her on the moor, and when he’d come to see her now. And why had he even doubted? Seeing his reminded him of the great kindness they had shared together, of what was real and what was just a bad thought in his head.

When Inkeri wriggled in place, Turmeric found his own forepaws tapping on the ground with a little hop of a dance.

Oh, it’s easy and so much fun! he said, laughing as she mimicked him. It’ll be easier if I show you what to do, explaining it makes it sound kinda boring. C’mon, the best ones are this way, I scoped them out this morning, he hopped up and beckoned her to follow, aiming to lead her at a comfortable walk. He didn’t think they were in any hurry, after all, and there was no need to run when he hoped he might talk with her, too, I met one of your packmates this morning, too. Reverie. We talked about the ocean. You ever been?