Northstar Vale Alérotos

The young wolf prowled through the vale with his eyes trained on the herbs that grew beneath trees. He wished that Meadow had more time. He wished that he could bombard her with question after question without fearing that she would tire of him.

Antigone had spent the better part of the morning cleaning his coat, tending to the messiest places in his densite, and then searching for a meal. When he had accomplished his chores, the red-hooded figure could feel his mind buzzing with the need to do more, to busy himself.

The young wolf sought @Tamar, hoping that she would need assistance with something.