The usual peace of the uniform and undisturbed meadow seems to be... interrupted. A trail of trampled clovers and hardening droplets of candle wax seem to extend for a long ways out... caused by no other than Wicke. It flicks its ear, subsequently getting wax thrown further out into the meadow as it slowly waddles through. Its peace is interrupted by another creature running up to it, coming to such an abrupt halt that it can almost hear the comedic skidding sounds.
"Wait wait...
