Love won't let me leave

This wasn't the world he knew but his mind was too pleasantly hazy to come to any conclusions about... well, anything. The air was lighter, the world both duller and warmer at the same time. He felt nothing except for the grass beneath his paws and the sun tickling his face; there was no ice, no cold, no bitter wind nipping beneath his coat. Just warmth. There was no effort exerted as he moved across the grass, though something appeared in the corner of his vision and captured his attention quickly. All around him were flowers, something he'd never really seen before, not living in the north. The smell was almost overwhelming, though his attention was on the woman who approached him.

Something was familiar about her, though he knew with certainty that she was a stranger. He'd only met a handful of wolves in his short life and she was definitely not among them. And yet.. something about her presence was not only familiar but comforting, and he moved to greet her, feeling somehow even lighter when he was within reaching distance of her. "You... are not my mother," he spoke quietly, feeling awed by her presence. She was older than he was, older than his parents even, older than anyone he'd ever met. He wore an expression of mild confusion, though he looked visibly interested nonetheless. "Who are you?" And where was this place? He thought to ask but decided against it, looking somewhat awed by her presence alone.