Wapun Meadow scared money can't win and a worried man can't love

ich'aak had heard the crunch of snow underfoot, but he did not pull his thin nose from the ground until the sound of a limb pressed through a hollow sounded -- carefully he looked upright, his gaze falling on the silhouette of a wolf.

he carefully studied her -- whether she was a threat, how big she was -- she was much larger than he, with bright lapis eyes and a form studded by rich creams and chestnuts. he might have called her an attractive she-wolf, were he the type to seek wolf companionship. he did not move from the spot he had halted in -- instead, he would wait for her action.