Wapun Meadow anywhere else is hollow

tvar settled in the heart of the meadow, lowering himself onto his haunches. the snow was cold beneath him, but he welcomed the chill. it reminded him of home, of the mountains and their sharp, biting winds.

his sharp eyes scanned the landscape, watching the way the light shifted over the meadow, the way the grasses swayed gently despite the frost that clung to them. tvar huffed softly, his breath misting in the air. it was a moment of peace he hadn’t realized he needed.

It was her turn to explore, a prospect that sent a flutter of excitement and a twinge of anxiety through her. Winter’s Wake was tied up with prior commitments, leaving her to navigate the frozen expanse on her own. He had encouraged her to get a feel for the icy terrain, a place brimming with potential despite being blanketed in snow and frost. She welcomed the biting chill, watching as warm tendrils of breath curled from her maw, dissipating into the crisp air. What secrets might lie hidden beneath the snowbound landscape? The thought filled her with equal parts curiosity and anticipation.

his sharp gaze shifted, landing on a distant figure weaving through the frosted expanse. the light played tricks with the snow and shadows, but it didn’t take long for him to discern that it was someone unfamiliar.

the meadow was bearclaw's hunting lands, and any stranger wandering its expanse would need to be addressed.

rising smoothly to his paws, he shook the frost from his black coat. as he neared, tvar chuffed softly, what brings you here?