Wapun Meadow riddle me this. riddle me that.

It had been a couple of days after the fights. He was sore but healing, thanks to Evien, and the remainder of a poultice sticks to his cheek, the fur there dried into spikes. The smell of rosehips, it comforts him.
The valley opens itself up to him as he walks with slow, easy strides towards the border. The sight of a stranger halts him in his tracks, briefly. He is distinctly unwolf-like, lanky, a head full of long blond hair which he is grooming. Taylor is intrigued— he approaches with a low chuff of a greeting, though wary and distant.