Wapun Meadow flowers, flowers

dated for the 10th

he knew that if he went farther northwest, he would continue to stumble upon familiar faces, familiar places. eventually, he would reach the ocean—and he couldn't bear to be there now. so he changed course, away from the maplewood, and toward lands a little less familiar.

for instance, this little field of flowers. he had never spent much time here, though he knew it lay close to easthollow (another place to stay away from). it was quite peaceful, a balm to spirits wounded by remembrance. the ground beneath his paws was relatively alien, the mountains rising before him a new horizon.

aditya began to follow a rabbit trail, hoping to sniff out a warren. it had been some time since he'd done anything but scavenge, and his body was beginning to hurt for it.