Wapun Meadow Their tears are filling up their glasses

Nanuk was exhausted from his brief jaunt in the mountains, and the flowering meadow was a welcome rest from the rocky maze he had just exited. He woke at what seemed around noon, from were he had drifted to sleep just last night. The strange sounds of foxes had woken him a couple times, and he had even once woken to a strange spotted one a short distance from him in the night. Lucky for them, he did not eat foxes.

He sat, and looked out silently over the meadow. Strangely, one of the clouds from the sky above had sunk and settled in the center of the field. To his surprise, he realized that it was not a cloud, but a wolf. He chuffed in greeting, and made his way cautiously toward her, hoping that she wouldn't be a nasty loner.