Wapun Meadow in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife

Nunataq had been excited, when her father had taken them away from the rendezvous site and brought them to an entirely different world - full of interesting things that were "screaming" to get explored, rich in various smells and odours, and plenty of tiny living beings. She had been preoccupied with trying to catch a grasshopper, when she picked up the slight change in demeanor in Xan and Marten, and turned around to see, what had caused it.

Two unknown wolves (and a half-wolf that Nuna spotted after she had stopped gaping at the big pair) had approached. They were the first two non-pack members she had met and, being clueless on, how to react (and wishing that either Lucas - who was good at translating - or Laurel, who was good at telling, what to or not to do, were here now), she gave Xan a searching gaze.

He motioned her to come closer and she did as she was told, going over to stand tall and brave side-by-side him. She felt Marten's fear and insecurity and for some reason this was bound with these two and a half foreign wolves. This gave her a sense that she should take responsibility for him - she looked over her shoulder and wagged her tail a little to reassure him that nothing bad would happen to him. That she was here and she would protect him with, whatever means were in the power of a four month old cub. Then she turned to face the enemy again - the one that was more within the same level as her - fur bristled along her spine, she bared her teeth and growled at the white puppy, clearly telling that she (and the rest for that matter) were not welcome here and should go away.