Wapun Meadow flowers, flowers

she was pretty colorful, herself. absorbed as he was in hunting, he did not miss her form nearby, and lifted his head to stare at her over the distance between them. deciding that a distraction might be more fulfilling—if not more literally filling—than a hunt, he began to pad toward her, tail swishing slowly behind him.

are you on the hunt, too, or just sightseeing? adi asked with a flick of his ear, a cant of his muzzle, slightly askew. i can't blame you at all for the latter choice; it's beautiful, here.

and so was she. but young, so young. perhaps around catori's children's age (he swallowed a lump in his throat at the thought of them) with the kind of energy they'd lost, somewhat, to tragedy early in their life. he relaxed a little bit, waiting for her response.