Wapun Meadow absənt

Boredom gave more energy to Swift's paws than any meat. It was one of his primary motivators, and soon into the cold afternoon it had motivated him beyond his own pack's territory. He skirted the foot of the mountain that overlooked the stones and then struck further into the forest before meandering south into the sprawling meadow.

Here his nose was hooked by a scent, turning him sharply.

Katla!

Swift's tail wagged, and then the wind blew and with it swept away all the scent. Only, it had never been his sister's. And only, it had never been anything at all but a memory. With a drooping tail the young wolf was left to furrow his brows at the feelings that descended heavily upon him as he realized this. And after a long, pensive sit, Swift hollered across the field.

Katlaaaaa!

But his cupped ears heard only more wind.