Wapun Meadow two lovers, entwined, pass me by

A familiar call sounded out, instantly filling Milan with joy. Paws lifting off the ground nearly subconsciously, the woman bounded towards the meadow.

She was excited, overjoyed, ecstatic that he had been the one to call her. It was a simple reassurrance that he cared for her.

Spotting the ivory figure sat at the edge of the meadow a clear smile crossed her face.

"Frederick!" She spoke his name in greeting, quick to press her cheek to his as she approached. "How have you been?"