Wapun Meadow I miss my friend

She watched him passively. She had been careful not to cross any scent markings and had thought for a moment she had misunderstood the boundaries. She was relieved to see that she had not. She turned to face the male completely. She was large and heavy with a thick pelt to defend against the cold.

"Well Met, Jace. Do you know if there are any young here whom need nourishment?"

She asked softly, her tones were melodic. Every spoken word seemed to hold a melody all it's own.