Wapun Meadow Tiny Flower Swaying in Your Palm

From Emberwood to Duck Lake, and finally the meadow. He knew not the names of the places he visited, and yet he still had an idea of them and where they were. He moved with the wind, following where his paws took him, but was still able to take in everything around him and remember where he'd come from. Unlike his brother, Alastor was a much better navigator, able to tell which direction he was going simply by looking at the things around him. He knew he was still North, but had ended up heading East. The argent yearling was, in fact, looking for a place to settle. His mind urged him to find a place to call home, but it also disregarded the previous places he'd visited. One seemed too bare, while the other was noisy due to the ducks. What he would find in the meadow, not even a psychic would be able to tell him. Not that he knew one, of course. The idea of such a gift was borderline insane, and that was saying something when coming from the male.

While the space was filled with snow, rather than flowers, he could tell it was a meadow of sorts. It was pretty, in his eyes, and he could only imagine what it was like during the warm months, when the flowers where in full bloom. "Ακόμα πιο όμορφη, πάω στοίχημα." His voice was hardly above a whisper, not wanting to disturb the area in any way; though the prints his paws had left already did just that.