Wapun Meadow Filling out Papers

Irene's words were only offered a short-lived giggle. Darting forward rather suddenly to give her a lap to the cheek, she then turned and ran off.

There were places to be, and new wolves to see. It was only natural for her to move on; a necessary process.

Maybe one day when the scent was on the wind, she would see Irene again. Until then the woman's sunny coat would only be a speck in her mind as she watched the sun rise each morning.