om is the bow, the arrow is soul

Nagendra stood and pondered a while longer, let the fresh air filter in and out of his lungs some more. He dug his toes into the soft grass, and then turned to look back to the creek. Maybe he’d go downstream some. Veering off to his left, the brown wolf would slip past foliage and into the aspen forest. He wove through slender trunks and skipped delicately across the detritus-littered ground. He smelled passing plants idly, and brushed his chocolate pelt across a tree here and there. After a few moments wandering downward, he’d peel from the forest once again, having enjoyed his little detour.

Now emerging downstream, the first thing Nagendra would note was another canine figure. A stranger! A faint, cryptic smile spread across his face as he paused on the edge of the forest for a second. Shamrock green eyes studied the fluffy, monochrome creature with interest. He tried to assess whether or not it would be dangerous to approach. He looked big, but… there were no outward signs he could perceive that would indicate anything other than your normal stranger. His smile remained. Might as well take the chance. Striding forward he would approach and call out, his voice amicable and melodic, ”Good afternoon!”