Wild Berry Meadow here, with me

The wolf before Omnium was much smaller than he had expected from seeing her from a distance as she stood before him. He knew he could be an intimidating figure, so he did his best to comfort her nerves by coming to a seat on the other side of the dangling branches. The heat of the sun bore down on him, but he paid it little mind. Her scent was vaguely familiar, but he could not place it. Perhaps she was a member of a pack he had bypassed.

Her submission did not go unnoticed, but he did not lean in as most would. Submission was a sign of weakness in his eyes, and he found it to be a difficult subject to approach. Omnium only saw others as equal lest they prove themselves not to be. He shifted uncomfortably, attempting to give the acquantance some comfort from the distance between them. Omnium. The brute spoke simply, adjusting to where he could see into the dark expanse of her eyes. Curious.

Are you from here, Selena?