Wapun Meadow but sentimental boy is my nom de plume

for @Revui but all welcome!

hunting is out of the question with his current injury, however minor it may be. it throws his balance off too much, leaves him hobbling and clumsy, so he lets @Alamar handle it for now. restless, he's taken to inspecting the landscape, noting the ways in which winter still hangs on. the whole place is cold and soggy, still transitioning into spring. dreary, he thinks, and lonely without alamar near. a large, cracked piece of bone nestled against the ground draws his attention, and he moves to inspect it without a second thought, glad for the slightly more interesting distraction. it's too damaged and incomplete to tell what kind of animal it'd been before, but he can't resist spending a few minutes trying to figure it out anyway. at least until alamar gets back.

He's been lurking in the meadow for a few days now, knowing he should move on to somewhere more suitable; or just, move on. Keep moving until he can't go any further - maybe even visit the ocean. Each night the stars seem brighter, though. Closer. The moon keeps him fixated to this wide-open space, even in the daylight. He wonders (in that deliberate, lethargic manner that often makes him appear dull) if Arcturus can see it.

The mountains are so distant to him now. There is a range between him and home, an entire valley region now, and deep down Revui knows that home isn't really home anymore. It hasn't been for a while. Still, he cannot help but pine for things he's left behind: the self-assurance that comes along with being his sister's henchman, for one. The kinship of his family (now broken, or so he believes). Kukutux (she was never his, but the boy doesn't consider this obvious truth).

So he roams. He cannot sleep, and stares at the sky whenever it is clear enough - stars or not. He is doing exactly that as he trails through the meadow, oblivious to the stranger who is lurking nearby. The air here is different from the mountain: heavier, if that's possible. Crisp on his tongue, sharp as it blusters by. He doesn't notice the scent of wolf immediately but he does notice as a dark shape drifts among the reeds.

alamar's absence begins to nag at him, so he sets off in search of his companion, set on edge by the darkness even with the moon and stars lighting the way. he's certain his companion is near; surely he wouldn't go too far at night, when all sorts of odd creatures are lurking about.
turns out, someone is near — but it isn't alamar. the scent draws his attention first, but it isn't long before he sees the shadowy figure. um... hello? he calls, feeling awkward and a little scared at the same time. who the hell wanders around at night like that? creeps, probably. well, and him — maybe he shouldn't judge so much.

He strides confidently towards the stranger, or rather where they lurk, and rumbles a gator-like sound to alert them of his own presence. They already sense something judging by the nervous tone of their words. As Revui malea himself known, he watches the stranger calmly - coldly. They are composed of a unique mixture of sandy tones topped with grizzled, stony grays. They appear healthy, and Revui wonders about where they came from. Their scent is unremarkable; he doesn't notice any layering.

The dead tning in the earth draws Revui's attention next. He acts as if the stranger isn't even there. They are certainly no threat - and boldly moves close, dropping his head low so he can probe at the remains, sniffling, testing the porous material with nips of his teeth. He is predatory, reptilian, and yeah --- creepy af.