Nature, Nurture

The search for the Horsetail herb has been, so far, unsuccessful and Meadow finds herself becoming more and more discouraged. Eyes look over the land, trying to spy the telltale signs for the plant. Yet, they do not spy the green treasure. A sigh is pulled from her lips as the frustrated wolf shakes her head in annoyance.

However, when she looks up from her task she spies a young wolf of brown and white coloring coming into view. When the young male stops and looks stunned at the searching Meadow, a great pang of sympathy resounds with the small wolf and she finds herself wanting to put the younger wolf at ease.

A soft smile gently tugs her lips up and she calls out, in a kind, friendly tone, “Hello there.” Her words are gentle and slow, not wanting to overwhelm or frighten the young one. She notices that the scent of a pack, unfamiliar to her, hangs on the younger wolf. The smile slowly grows as she bows her head slightly in greeting and says, “My name is Meadow. I promise you, I mean no harm.”

It is the truth. Meadow never means any harm those she meets. Motioning a paw toward the sandy soil that she has been searching, the older wolf says, “I was just looking for a special herb that grows around here. It is… proving difficult to find.” A small chuckle is released as she thinks about how rotten her luck has been so far. She adds, “I hope I did not startle you.”

Another kind smile appears and she hopes, against all hope, that the other wolf will not be afraid of her.



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