Wapun Meadow no gale can down this ship

ingram was not long on the thoroughfare before the figure of a wolf moved through it. he watched the wolf for a moment, drinking in what he could at a distance. she did not look like any wolf he ever recalled seeing, and he noticed she was bent downwards, perhaps rifling through the bounty of flowers the meadow had to offer.

he left her to her own device for a bit, loathe to interrupt her hobby -- yet as she drifted closer, the male stood and waved his tail in a flag of good-will. "oi!" ingram's voice carried over the flower-studded vale, chipper despite the gloomy day around them. "you looking for something?"