Wapun Meadow ii. sweet-smelling flowers

Fallen Sun's paws, in their wandering path, led down from where he had been to here. His nose to the ground, consuming what remained of a fallen animal, before licking his muzzle clean in a nearby stream that sent his mind away in a dazzled array of colors and patterns from the wildflowers and clouds reflected within it. 

It was getting rather cold for a day in late spring. 

The injury to his leg had been acting up again, and he paused his journey to lick it until it felt better, fur brushing over his tongue. His experiences with these wolves gave him pause, he was curious but inexperienced in their ways. Not knowing stirred something deep within him that brought his journey back on track. Suppose he needed to learn many things, but the knowledge they possessed that he didn't was... irritating.

@Jasmine