Wapun Meadow A bed of flowers, a good place for a nap

Systir. A foreign word with an easily discerned meaning. Vale's tail swayed. The words Taktuq spoke were absorbed with a quiet excitement. She took note of the history that was briefly glossed over. There were three packs in the Valley. She would have to be careful with her wandering, then. If peace had been sewn here in recent times she would not dare to rip it at the seams. 

Vale shared Taktuq's smile. Would she find what made a home to her here? Watching the Modir brighten, she hoped so. 

Vale paused and let her jaw hang slack. Tasting the air, she glanced to the trees to see if their leaves would betray the wind direction. 

Hopefully we'll be chanced with two. A meal to share. a spoken wish but Vale would share even if they managed only one. She slowly began to widen the space between herself and the Modir. Watching the silver wolf in her periphery, her steps were light. She wouldn't run lest it disturb any rabbits below. She did not stray too far, but a working distance in order to follow her new leader's direction.