Wapun Meadow Young & Stupid

The bear's contemptuous claim failed. The pack was unharmed and well fed. A happy ending for the denizens of Sawtooth Spire. Except not really. The attack left him frazzled and fidgety more than usual. How many hard knocks have they endured? First there was the eviction from Ouroboros Spine, Arverk's disappearance, the coyote attack, and now a bear. All in the span of a month and a half. What the hell is going on? Sawtooth Spire was starting to look cursed. Like someone (or something) decided they didn't like the place so they damned it for future denizens. The wolverine did not believe in such malarkey. And yet, all that has transpired up until now...what else could explain it?
He took to unclaimed terra with wild abandon, parting with a mournful howl. I'll be back soon, he promised. Just how soon was up to the electricity pulsing through him at the reminder of those colossal fangs, those long talons, that towering physique. How could he return with fear in his heart and doubt on his mind? This, he ached to do away with. Wandering until exhaustion might be an answer, however idiotic. Having climbed down the southeast face of Shadow Mountain and skirted along Blackfoot Forest, he now stood on the threshold of Wapun Meadow. Digits teased wilting wildflowers in mindless amusement. He has since passed through the black cottonwood trees, presently treading the line between wood and meadow. Where was he going? Anywhere would be nice, but now that he was here...maybe he could check up on Sca –
Scarlett's scent hit him like a ton of bricks. Other odors mingled, but the albino's was prominent. Also, the origin of the smell was prepubescent; no older than a few months. Gaze sweeping over the meadow, he spotted something. A wolf. Not of Bearclaw Valley. But then, where...? A flailing limb appeared beneath the stranger. Pulse quickened. Was he...what was he doing? Was he playing with her? Another appearance from an outstretched limb and he was off, barreling towards the nameless rogue. Tatsuya didn't give two shits if he was assuming the worst, only that what appeared to be going down was not benign. What is it with sickos around here attacking pups?! He wouldn't be surprised if Burke was to blame.
Tatsuya's approach was not quiet. Knowing this, he rushed the assailant from behind, carefully trying to keep himself hidden from view. Perhaps when this sicko hears him coming, he'll second guess brutalizing a damned whelp. And if he doesn't? Then he'll know what it's like to be bulldozed by an umbrageous giant. No mercy.