Wild Berry Meadow i sit a bit but i'm not gonna stay

Though pledged to the Yellowstone plains, Fjall’s mind was not so settled that it kept him there at all times. He still wavered on his decision, even if at the time he had felt so sure of it. Now, he suffered from a bit of buyer’s remorse. He was self-aware enough to know that he had joined for an entirely egomaniacal reason, and the guilt of it ate at him.

Who did he think he was? Was he the kind of wolf who pined after the wholly unavailable?

Fjall gave pause as he noticed a dark figure perpendicular to him. He could not tell through the after-rain mist that it was the stranger who’d fled from the plains the day of the skirmish, so he made a tentative approach. I greet you, he called to the meadow wolf.