Wapun Meadow Child's play

A chuff reached sensitive ears and blue eyes looked up towards the sound. A pretty female stood in his direct line of vision. Though she seemed much older than the yearling boy, he was still only a babe in the scheme of things really. She had design on her shoulder, but he could not see it, as he was not close enough. He wondered at it, was it a permanent scar like the brute Ragnar wore? Or was it merely a painting done with berry and herb juices, the like of which he had seen, but rarely.

Hello There. his voice held a small questioning note. He was unsure whether he should approach or stay back. He didn’t trust as easily as he once had, Fox had killed that pretty quickly. Though in some cases he trusted way too much. For example Bazi, she was his best friend and her pack and his pack were at the moment sworn enemies, go figure.