Wapun Meadow me and you

Intended for Milan, others welcome only after she joins

He moves swiftly, just as he promised. It feels good to travel again, to run and feel the wind in his fur without the unwelcome presence of sand. he supposed it was his fault for falling for a woman who was Arctic heather turned Desert rose.

His experience in travel kept him alert of the scents, the direction of winds and how it would carry him. Today was an odd one. Wind carried from the east, pack wolves, but one was familiar to him. A strange discovery, for he never imagined that one of his cousins could have made it so far. He could not yet place which one it was; their scents were always so similar. A daughter, surely. That made them safe.

Curious, he lifted his chin to call out for her. A howl that spoke of reunion, of family.

Their meeting would be brief, and then he would move on. Once he would have continued without thought, but he just had to know; how had she made it out here on her own?