Wapun Meadow that old cliché

all welcome! quick posts preferred, but not required. takes place on the night of the 28th

It was quiet, almost too quiet for Fox. She licked her lips as if to taste the air, and let her grey eyes look out over the meadow. Not like she could see much, considering it was the middle of the night. Still, there was enough starlight to give her a glimpse of what lay before her. She squinted at the dark, as if that would somehow allow her to see more of the meadow, but it didn't seem to help. With a sigh, she realized the only real way to get to know what was out there was to walk out and use her other senses to explore.

The newly-titled Nu (ain't that a tongue-twister!) was still unsure if her new home would last. It was always difficult to tell with these packs that had only just sprung up. She knew there was a large possibility that it would fail (as she'd seen so many do), but she was willing to stick around for the ride. She just had to remind herself not to get too attached to her new friends, because getting attached meant feeling sad when it all went down the drain. Wolves came and went, but emotions stayed. If she could manage to keep her emotions in check, she'd be hunky-dory!

Meandering along at a rather leisurely pace, Fox thought of these things and what the future would hold for her. At the ripe age of one, she still had a whole lot of future ahead of her to fantasize about.