Meadowlark Prairie Formido

so sorry for the wait!! life, man

There’s not much small game to be had midmorning, Deimos soon finds. Most of his preferred prey does its foraging early hours or late at night, and after uselessly chasing trails that lead nowhere Deimos knows he’s got few choices save to wait for duskfall. 

Waiting has never been his strong suit, so he decides to investigate for nearby water. Halfway there, he comes across a familiar figure, which is a surprise to Deimos because of the few weeks he’s been in the wild, he’s only met a couple wolves. He approaches carefully, disbelieving that it’s the woman he had been escort to a few weeks prior. Parvati? He exhales, following with a glance around them to ensure his eyes weren’t playing tricks.