Meadowlark Prairie Wake up

With the pack thoroughly settled in at the River, Emrik ventured out on his own. Happy to find a little distraction from the cleaning that was underway to rehome Whitefish. He too had ventured farther than he truly realized, but the experienced scout would have no issues finding his way back home.

The vast prairie he had stumbled upon reminded him of the Plains Kaistleoki had recently left. With the snow melted, and the flower blooming this place looked a lot nicer than the boring Plains he was used to. The flowers were bright and vibrant, spring obviously in the air. With a smile, Emrik thought of bringing his mate a bundle of flowers, even though she would probably prefer herbs.

At first, he thought the bright streak of red to be a flower. Until out of the corner of his eye he caught movement. Curious the man turned with the tilt of his head, “Hello?” He called out cautiously.