Wapun Meadow Pale wanderer

With his family lounging in the sun, or playing in the grass, Sia found a moment to himself. Tak and Tomkin were both awake and nearby, keeping watch already, so the ice bear ventured away from the main group. Headed for the sound of rushing water, his tongue dry and in need of refreshment, Sia headed for the small creek that made it's way through the meadow. 

He slowed as he caught the scent of another in the area. This was a particularily dangerous part of their journey, with all the wolves mingling about. He approached cautiously, until he came upon the woman. Her pelt as pale as his own, with feathers woven into her tail and scruff. "You linger near pack territory. Does that not make you nervous?" Siarut spoke his native tongue, as he often did when coming upon unknown wolves. His form was one of intimidation, his massive size overwhelming her own small frame.