The night waned and Wilder tried not to think of her too much. Distracted by the fun he had with Clove and the other pups and yearlings, he found himself only looking at her every so often. Making sure she stayed where she was and didn't just disappear from sight. Sometimes, he thought he had imagined her. All holy and ethereal as if she were an angel.
Once they had danced the night away, Wilder excused himself for a moment. Claiming he was starved from all the fun they were having. He didn't want Clove to think he was ditching him though that was exactly what he was doing. It was getting late anyway and for a pup her age, surely she would tire soon. Pups still had bedtimes here, right?
Making his way through the crowd, Wilder approached Meadow with a shy smile. "Fancy seeing you here," he says as he moves to stand beside her. Trying not to intimidate her, but also wanting to be somewhat close. "Find anything good to eat?" Wilder asks, his tail waving a few times as he looks down at her.
