Wapun Meadow absənt

Swiftlet was mighty proud of his hunting prowess. Confronted with the fact that Athalia knew some little thing about it that he did not sent his ears twisting back to his skull with a grunt.

He stood there tense and uncomfortable with her intrusive proximity, about to reach his limit and swat her away when she broke contact. The young wolf shook out his coat and moved to follow her.

Huh?

Why did she talk so funny?

I don't know what that is. He answered, dropping his snout to inspect the turf for this bear claw she referred to. I from... Distracted, Swift trailed off as he sniffed deeply and noisily, brows knitting at what he did not smell.

Kvarsheim... I don't smell any bear?