Wapun Meadow it's where it's at daddy

indra had already started to nose along the grass; she kept an ear turned to the pale she-wolf, who once more extended her offer to help. indra considered it with a quiet nod, trailing the well-worn path that she had, from memory, recalled lucas' scent had last lingered. "this is the spot we last scented him," she motioned to a small mound, where the grass held nothing but the scent of late summer and the occasional tread of a field mouse.

"we canvassed the entire area." indra remarked, passing along the hidden trail that she and laurel had repeatedly gone up and down. "nothing, though. and now it's gone too."