Wapun Meadow all around me are familiar faces

Oh, it was a lovely day. At least for a cold winter day. The sun had driven him out of Noctisardor Bypass territory, refreshen and cheerfully going out of the mountain arch. He only had plan for a walk, nothing much better. But as he progressed over the snowy wonderland, he realised that a lot of prey laid outside of their territory. So he abadoned his walk, and got to work.

It was only mid day when he scented blood scent. Not prey, but wolf. It was faint, most likely a healing wound. But as he got closer, he saw a spiral scar sitting atop of a white fluffy wolf. It was young, but it had pack scent. He sniffed it again, remembered the scent. Swiftcurrent Creek! What was she doing here? He padded closer, trying to see what she was doing.