Wapun Meadow we lay here for years or for hours

Fast paced thread!

At some point, the spider assumed, the entire territory grew a plethora of plants and flowers. This morning it was dusted with sparse, thready overgrowth and dead wood. No flowers were currently blooming as the seasons began to dip from warm, sunny days to short, chilly nights. Perhaps a depressing scene for most, it was simply a signal of change and renewal for the Sawtooth. Once winter had lifted its terror new flowers would dot the territory.

For now it provided a supple excess to prey animals that were currently grazing within the horizon. Some of the larger bulls were snorting and stomping their hooves at the scent and sight of an inky blob within their midst but the spider was not hunting today. The tight pack of deer continued their agendas, bulking up on rich roots and sugary fruits before migrations started. 

Tall ears swayed flippantly, wide paws continuing their trek through the territories with the vast echo of the Arrow Falls at the Delta's sharply-cut back. The lake that cupped the little meadow would soon be ripe with fish and until then the aspiring warden hoped to scope out every advantage in the mean time.

*saves you* mind if this thread takes place present day?

 After the deal with Peregrine, Vulpine noted to attack any wolf from the Haunted Wood. It was a good deal indeed: injure wolves for a meal. It was a despicable act, but something she needed to do. Winter was coming along and the extra food would be valuable. If Vulpine decided the Redhawk wolf was not worthy of her services, she can easily stop.

 The golden bird flew out of the Wood and into new land. She did not stop to do anything, wanting to enjoy the thrill of flying. It was a very soothing act indeed.

 When she saw a herd and yet another wolf below, she swooped down, trying to get a closer inspection. The wolf did not seem to be hunting, which was a good thing. The less hungry a beast is, the more friendly. At least that happened most of the time.

 Vulpine stay suspended in the air, her wings silent against wind. "Hello sir," she called from behind, "And what are you doing at this time?"

Sure! I edited the original post to reflect current rank. :) ♥

Not much attention was diverted to the very subtle shift of air that alerted the inky wolf of a passing bird. The avian species was not something that took precedence in the spider's life, thus just an ear flick was given to the shift in winds and electricity in air. It wasn't until a voice carried out that a cessation of paws prompted wolf to stop, jawline tilting upwards in a slow arch to address the direction of conversation. Fiery eyes lit upon a tawny bird, hovering with a flap of wings that spike of nimbleness and agility. 

"It depends on who is asking," he rumbled with a sneer, unsure what business a wide-eyed owl had with the kingdom of wolves. Scrutinous gaze shifted so that body poised to address the being, completely unsure and skeptical of interests. Plus, the slimy creature of the Sawtooth was never, ever, addressed as a sir.