Wild Berry Meadow It was all she had

“Nice to meet you, Kaiaka,” he says, not bothering to puzzle out the strange look. “We’re mostly just roaming. Sometimes I think about scouting out a territory and staking a claim,” he fibs. “I bet this place is incredible in the spring and summer, though I think I’d prefer more cover,” posits Vermouth, eyes glancing at their surroundings. “Trees and the like. Maybe a stream or, better yet, a lake.”

He hums into silence, his attention soon returning to Kaiaka as he wonders what she’s doing here. As she’s pointed out, it’s nearing the cusp of springtime. Many wolves wander this time of year, searching for mates or—as he’s alleged—territories. Many seek both.

“And what are your plans, now that nature’s waking up from her winter’s nap?” he queries with a swish of his tail.