Wapun Meadow morningsong

An invitation was given that the wolf cheerfully received.

He closed the distance with an easy, long-legged stride, joining her upon the rise while maintaining a civil distance between them. From this position, he could still take in her scent without getting close enough to offend her or otherwise provoke a strong rebuke.

She was a wolf of noble presence, gray-masked and soot-caped, regina by his account. To stand beside her was to be reminded of the rogue that he was.

I noticed you shadow the caribou, though it does not appear you were hunting. His observation was given in the tone of earnest curiosity, made without judgement. Are you studying them? I hope I am not interfering.

Dark eyes drank in the herd once more, before turning to partake of her again.