Wapun Meadow desperation

I should preview before I post. Edited~

Laying everything out before Valette had been freeing to the Sveijarn, who now found that his eagerness to stretch his legs and explore the area would be unhindered. The wolves of Easthollow had accepted him on the basis of his wandering nature - he was a scout, something to be utilized and used, an asset versus the burden he had always considered himself to be. Thus far he had not been scorned for wishing to roam. Larus did not have strong ties to this pack, but he hoped that with the fading of the winter season he would begin to root himself somewhere. Easthollow seemed like a good fit.

Today he had patrolled the stone circle for a time, then chased the shadows in the nearby glade until his breath pealed from him as thin grey puffs. It was quiet here and while Larus was usually quite introspective, he found his mind was calm; he was content in the stillness of the world, enjoying his own company as he patrolled and perused throughout the woodland. As he came around a westerly copse of trees, he was faced with an extensive meadow layered by snow - and on first glance he was charmed by it. Yet the further he went the more murky the snow became.

There was a tinge of red that stood out against the stark whiteness, and it gave him pause. But the man dipped his nose and through careful inspection learned it was not wolf - although there was something similar beneath the metallic aroma, a musk of sorts that was thinned by the chill of the season. Curious, he embarked in pursuit of this trail; the scattered bits of rabbit came in to view soon enough, and with it a dark figure sequestered among the frozen grasses.

The motion of the stranger's head had his attention, at least until a crack sounded across the emptiness and Larus' eyes darted to meet the sight of a rufus-furred youth. His ears turned forwards as a show of alertness, and for a second or two he wasn't sure who to watch. It seemed clear to him that this ruddy girl was trying to sneak her way along - so that indicated they were not together in any sense (he failed to initially recognize Indra as one of the wolves of Duskvale - but that had been a lifetime ago, or so it felt). The man was solemn, not wishing to make any sudden move in case he had stepped in to some sort of poorly laid trap.