Meadowlark Prairie Here I am…. A tumbleweed.

Something about the young wolf's demeanor was so cheerful and endearing that Dwin could not help but beam back at him. There are people, who have an aura of a bright sunny summer day, and she had met hers. "Nice to greet you in these corners, Mr.Cassidy," she replied and dipped her muzzle politely in acknowledgement. "I am Dwin of the Blackthorn clan," she introduced herself. "Where do you hail from? Which place do you call home?" she asked.