Wapun Meadow desperation

As the ginger retreated, Larus was none the wiser. He watched as the dark wolf-thing danced through the snow, seizing up with a bit of apprehension only when she dove in close to inspect his fur. He caught a few whiffs of her in the process, but could not discern much. There was a faint note of familiar wolf-musk carried in her pelt but, since Larus was a bit of a world traveler, he did not yet make the connection to Xan and the nearby valley.

The creature behaved in a magnanimous manner in regard to the rabbit's remains: she had her fill with them through strange play, but now seemed intent on leaving the bits scattered throughout the snow. Larus kept his ears pivoted towards her (and adjusted accordingly) but he dipped his snout to inspect a garish red streak of blood and fuzz, tentatively probing with his tongue. He licked his lips next, and then turned to inspect another pile of carrion, keeping his posture neutral.