Wapun Meadow You sleep rather soundly for a murderer.

Her tail lashed the air as she bounded gleefully through the vibrant meadow, graceful in her movements as she zig-zagged in attempt to remain just out of reach of the wolf who could not resist the urge to chase. She barked, encouraging him to keep up, and his limbs did not fail him. As soon as she felt a bump to her flank, Durnehviir swung in his direction with a sly grin. 

The dark stranger veered away from her then, and Durnehviir followed him closely. For the first time since her decision to leave her uncle all those weeks ago, since his insistence that he at least accompany her to the Teekon, the tawny Frostfur felt free. From the moment she laid eyes on this unknown male, her reasons for returning and the troubles she carried with her had been entirely cast aside. Perhaps that what she'd really been looking for: someone who could make her forget. 

He led her away and Durnehviir released a burst of speed when they found some shelter beneath nearby woodland. She made to ease alongside the larger wolf and, with jaws parted, threw herself against his side with a playful growl and every intention of gripping the loose hide of his nape.