Wapun Meadow me and you

Intended for Milan, others welcome only after she joins

He moves swiftly, just as he promised. It feels good to travel again, to run and feel the wind in his fur without the unwelcome presence of sand. he supposed it was his fault for falling for a woman who was Arctic heather turned Desert rose.

His experience in travel kept him alert of the scents, the direction of winds and how it would carry him. Today was an odd one. Wind carried from the east, pack wolves, but one was familiar to him. A strange discovery, for he never imagined that one of his cousins could have made it so far. He could not yet place which one it was; their scents were always so similar. A daughter, surely. That made them safe.

Curious, he lifted his chin to call out for her. A howl that spoke of reunion, of family.

Their meeting would be brief, and then he would move on. Once he would have continued without thought, but he just had to know; how had she made it out here on her own?

It feels strange to hear his call, but it feels stranger when she rises to answer it. Father told her that he was to be avoided; a disease, a poor influence who would only bring them suffering.

Releasing a breath, she made her way to the meadow. There he stood, changed very little from when she last saw him. Taller, maybe. For a moment she stills, hesitant to approach him.

Beau. She speaks, a simple greeting. Even now she still carries a heavy dislike for him. You're alone. Where's your boyfriend?

The man probably up and left him, just as her aunt said he would.

She came, she asked about Cebrian. It hurt, and yet there was no way around it. She would figure it out herself soon enough - she was smart. He died. Got shot up real bad. He gave a sharp exhale, the image briefly flashing in his mind.

It was strange to see Milan be so direct. He remembered her as timid, nearly always hiding behind his aunt. They were the same age, and yet they had grown rather separated after they were old enough to speak; Erasmo, his uncle and her father, thought that he spoke a bit too much.

But how did you get all the way out here? He asks a question of his own now, eyebrow raised as he follows it with another. Yer' dad really let you go? It felt strange. He doubted that was the case.

She had taken her hit, and now he took his. Beau likely did not want to speak of his lover, and she certainly did not want to talk about her father. I didn't ask him. I left on my own, and joined a pack here. That was the simple answer.

It was definitely.. awkward, to be out here speaking to him now. They were not children anymore, it was not so easy to click back into simply getting along.

Are you still wandering on your own? Or have you settled down? It felt polite to ask, but she was truly curious. Maybe he had finally found a woman who could teach him to sit stil.

He clicked his tongue at her question. Guess so. I'm livin' with a pack in the lowlands, got a real nice girl there too. He would not mention that really, she was not his. She's expecting. Surely Milan would find this to be good news.

I'm on the way to get'er dad now, she wants him there for the birth. He nods towards the coast. It still was not a request he completely understood, but he planned to comply nonetheless. It was probably some weird girl thing that none of his sisters could yell about since none of them knew their father's.

It was strangely quiet today. The only sound beside the two being a light breeze.