Meadowlark Prairie Thinking bout all the fights on the phone

Sayf hadn't left the mesa in a few weeks. He had some rare free time today, and decided to explore the meadow near Akashingo. It was spring now, and he wanted to see how it had transformed the area. 

As he made his way through bright flowers and tall grasses, he picked up the scent of a stranger. Soon, he saw the giant. He was handsome, and the hebsut was friendly, so he trotted closer and released a soft chuff to alert the other man to his presence. His body language would show deference, his expression friendly. He waited for the striking wolf to acknowledge him before moving any closer.