Wapun Meadow Improvise

After her exchange with Lake, Turquoise ventured south. More certain than ever that home lay to the east, she dithered, not sure she wanted to go that way. She missed her family, though she didn't really feel like facing them and admitting that things with Rivet had gone sour. Some of her siblings had teased her for pursuing another female in the first place. She didn't really feel like dealing with all of that. Besides, there was part of her that wanted to turn back, track down her former lover and kiss her silly.

"Ugh," she said under her breath when she caught herself thinking about Rivet again. She snorted like an impatient racehorse, flicking the thought away and making a concerted effort to focus on her surroundings instead. Turq paused, still channeling her inner filly, and pawed the earth as she took stock of the mountains to her right, the rolling hills to her left and the pretty meadow straight ahead.

Deciding to keep going straight, Turquoise eventually stopped again, snorting in surprise when she stumbled over the scents of other wolves. She leaned her shapely head into the breeze, nose wriggling as she tried to decipher the meaning of these smells. She decided that a pack must call this place home. Turq began to spin on one black heel, bearing no wish to get involved with the locals beyond the one she'd already interrogated. She would either go find Rivet or go home; the option of staying here for any reason didn't even occur to her.

Now she began to lope east, after all, though she hesitated and veered south again, so that she eventually wound up at the other side of the meadow. She loitered there indecisively, cursing under her breath and trying to decide what to do. Turquoise began to pace and, every time she turned, her gaze combed over a stand of cottonwood trees near the meadow's southern edge. She thought she saw a wolf sitting in the shade there, though she couldn't quite tell from this distance and didn't care enough to take a closer look.