Wapun Meadow Sweet Melody

Her ears flicked up to the sound of another, her eyes soon following. She stared momentarily; that was one gigantic wolf, that's for sure. She seemed to sink into herself as she tore her eyes away, instead looking to the river and glancing upwards from there. That was what she had been taught was polite.

"It is a nice day, isn't it?" Her last chance to enjoy the flowers before the winter came, killing off the pretty plants and covering them with snow. The winter was never her friend. What did the frogs do during winter? She could never know such things, of course.

She wondered where the man came from. She had little knowledge of the surrounding packs, so she only had one assumption. "Have you come from Bearclaw Valley as well?"