Wapun Meadow Wreath

I trust your judgment, Wake. You seem to have an eye for these things. She offered her companion a soft smile, her tail wagging gently as she surveyed their surroundings. He was right, there wasn’t much to see now, with snow blanketing the plain. Still, she could imagine the promise of good hunting and foraging once the warmer months returned. I can’t wait for spring, when life starts anew.

Lost in the scene and Wake’s explanation, she nearly jumped when a stranger’s voice broke through her thoughts. Spinning around, she found herself face-to-face with a pale canine, their sudden presence catching her completely off guard.

Good day! she greeted brightly, her enthusiasm undeterred by any signs of disinterest. Her eyes flicked back to Wake. Snake-birds? What do you think? I wouldn’t mind stretching my legs for a bit.