Lion Head Mesa chardonnay or bordeaux

aw for the tantalizing potential for whatever drama may come but also for @Reyson

Epoch held a certain routine now that had become a comfort to the gentle waif. With her pack mates in good health and little to worry about, Meadow had given in to her desire to meet her blue-eyed soldier. He had been gone only a week or so— she had lost count, truthfully—but she missed him, and so her paws carried her in the direction she understood Akashingo to be. 

A certain stubbornness to her when she did so, hoping Reyson would be okay with her visit and that he wouldn’t get into trouble for her actions. 

He had said he could visit, but somehow, she felt it might be easier if she were to come to him. If only to steal a few hours…

What she came upon was one of the more exotic sights she had ever seen, and she found silver paws wavering, hesitating. Whatever had Reyson on guard about this place was clear in her mind and she would do everything she could to not distrust their culture. And so she faltered beneath the moonlight—amber eyes flashing in the faint light and the pale beams shining upon her copper masked face as she considered whether or not to call for him.