Wapun Meadow it's where it's at daddy

bearclaw’s beta tiredly returned for home, exhaustion nagging the heels of her every step. perhaps it had been silly that Indra had hoped for finding Lucas, and she was finding now that hope was a fragile, dignityless thing - fast to rise, and as easy to tear as the thin strands of a spiders woven web.

as she dredged up the last of her energies to make for bearclaw’s stony mouth, she saw a rake of white against a patch of bobbing flowers. she knew well enough it was not the wolf she was looking for, but it did not stop her from tiredly watching the wolf’s antics in the sunlit flora with a solemn, dogged expression as she approached.