Wapun Meadow ii. and an isle you must be

Sherigrim had spent some time in the early dawn to eat, arriving before sunrise to start investigating the expansive meadow with Elve, though he suspected she'd want to tag along later. He'd caught himself a plump partridge without too much bother, carrying it out to find a spot to watch the last of the brightest stars fade and the clouds illuminate with orange.

He saw a black form dive up just before him, taking him by surprise. If he'd been running he would've crashed into the hunter. He barked softly in surprise, dropping the partridge. Concern overwhelmed him, stepping over the bird to see if the meadow diver was unscathed.
"Are you hurt?" His voice held his concern, watching the hunter stand.