Wapun Meadow if i only had the nerve

Backdated to 5 July~

With a pack full of puppies and the new Summer heat lending a very merry blue to the endless skies above, young Ico was beginning to feel something tantamount to optimistic as he finished his patrol that afternoon. He wasn't a very effective patroller... for he was a submissive sort, prone to keeping his distance and not marking anything at all, but his ears were alert and his gaze did roam. Still, Ico was relieved when he'd finished the length of the borders, and turned his walk outward towards the wildflower-spun meadow with which he'd become so familiar.

Mainly to keep his mind in a state of kind clarity, the small ivory wolf padded along the meadow's creek, stopping only to take a drink and address the waters. All may be well, Ico muttered to his reflection, his tone some mix of desperate and adamant.

@Polaris