Wapun Meadow Sweet Melody

White paws thundered against the earth, carrying him forwards. He'd eventually circle back to Swiftcurrent, but right now he wanted to wander, just until Akavir arrived, as Lestan had said he would. Frederick carried his head low, relaxed, letting his tail swish across the plantlife of the meadow.

The trickling of a stream made the mans' ears flick, and the scent of another caught his attention. Rearing his head, his eyes scanned the meadow for the stranger, and noticed a woman swathed in shades of brown, black, white. Slowly, Frederick approached. He let out a soft woof, announcing his presence to the woman as not to startle her.

When he drew closer, he spoke. Hello, he said, voice low, almost quiet in a relaxed manner. He looked from the woman who sat beside the stream to the rest of the meadow, then to the sky. You picked a good day to relax. Frederick met blue eyes, smiling.