Wapun Meadow Sun and the moon

The Meadow, open as it is, has no shelter from the blistering breeze. His ears fold against his head at the chill, and he is certainly thankful for his winter coat. Perhaps he ought to have gone east from the Glade, and explored the wooded areas nearby. Lost in thought as he had been, however, Evergreen ended up here, and he figures he might as well continue. If need be, he could always go back. Mama didn't raise a quitter though.

Among the snowy landscape, he does not spot the fellow wolf until she is nearer. The bearish wolf almost shrinks under her striking orange gaze. One ear quirks forward in her direction, while the other remains flatten. His tail is kept neutral, laying comfortably. Of course, he hopes to come across non-threatening. The last thing he needs is a brawl on his hands. Mama didn't raise a fighter either. Evergreen only gets his hands bloody when it comes to defending himself or others.

Oh, uh, he starts ever eloquently. I'm just passing through. I don't mean any harm. If she wants him to leave, Evergreen won't fight her on that. But he is curious... What is your pack called? He tilts his head slightly to the right and wears a hesitant grin.