Meadowlark Prairie Here I am…. A tumbleweed.

"Let's go," Dwin beckoned him to follow and she began to lead him towards a well-hidden small cave on the fringes of Brecheliant's borders. It was nestled right next to, where the slope from caldera met the plains. There were plenty of dwarf pines, offering great cover and forming a natural obstacle to anyone, who would want to sneak upon a sleeping wolf. This was one of the many hide-outs Dwin had all over the territories and there she went to be on an airplane mode and catch up with some sleep. 

"Well, when you want to take a break from seeing the world and everything, you can always come back here. Brecheliant is always in need of fresh blood," Dwin said, realizing not for the first time in this conversation that she might have chosen her words differently. "Not literally, of course," she chuckled. "There is always room for kind and adventurous souls and, if you can tell a story - that means a guaranteed bonus," she smiled.