Wapun Meadow Honey, You're Familiar like my Mirror Years Ago

There is something to be said about those who appreciate the world around them. To find the smallest of things in a sweeping landscape and to treasure it wholeheartedly. This sincere quality of the little wolf was what drew the attention of Vale in her own wanderings.

Vale kept her distance. Gilded gaze looking beyond the traveling figure of Moss to the meadow in its entirety. The battle between winter and spring that raged closest to the Sunspires. Winter was strongest where shadows fell and weakest under the sun's brilliance. Snow blanketed the ground in uneven patches. From where she stood on the far side of the meadow, a cold mountain breeze still ruffled her pelt.

The meadowland under the claim of spring grew a vibrant green. Well-watered by snowmelt, the land thrived. Through the snow, stubborn tufts of green flora staked their claim. Gaining ground in the battle. Where the land grew strongest, an arsenal of flower buds was under creation. A stockpile to bloom in waves throughout the spring in summer months.

Vale's eyes fell once more to her packmate. Her mouth began to part—oh! Had he always been that far away?

Picking up her paws, Vale closed the distance and announced herself with a friendly woof. Falling in line with Moss's flank, she could seen the lingering smile on their face and immediately formed one upon her own.

The meadow is quite a sight, isn't it?