Dahozhoni Meadow seaborne

Nausicaä. He let the name hang on his tongue for a moment before he responded. Interesting name, never heard anything like it.

Nimbus, he offered in return, his voice steady but soft, as if the name itself carried a weight he wasn’t quite ready to share.He glanced at her then, his pale yellow eyes meeting hers briefly, steady as ever. 

Nimbus turned his gaze back to the horizon, his movements deliberate yet unhurried. These wilds may not give freely, but it rewards those who know how to take.

The wind had carried a scent he was not familiar with but a scent that was clearly alive. As he begun to step towards it he could not help but feel a small flicker of gratuity, a lone wolf now walking not quite alone.