Wapun Meadow But he left it in the bag with the tag still on

From the rendezvous site in Bearclaw Valley, it was a lot easier to look up and see the sloping entrance to the pack territory. Lucas spent many a day lounging atop a boulder (only the shortest ones; his bulk was too much to hoist to the top of a taller rock) staring out in that direction with ears pricked and imagination running wild. It took him quite a few days to work up the nerve to go there, though. He was curious but not fearless, and worried that someone would follow him out there and get in trouble.

Curiosity won out in the end; the boy couldn't quell his desire to see what was out there beyond Bearclaw's walls. With a surreptitious glance around him, the chubby cub scurried across the shallow part of the river, around the boulders dotting the rendezvous, and up the slope at a totally stealthy and totally sexy duck-walk. Once he made it past Reigi's old sentry point and the hill itself, which ended with him sitting down and puffing at the top from exertion, the cub found himself in a sprawling and astoundingly beautiful meadow.

"Ohmygosh," exclaimed Lucas as he toddled away from Bearclaw's entrance, not too far but just enough that he could sink euphorically into the nearest natural bouquet of wilting wildflowers.