Wapun Meadow bébé ils ne veulent pas de toi

The wave of his own tail was mirrored by her own; she was bolstered by the hushed promises, emboldened by the opportunity she had been allowed to take. Rushing headlong into things had never been her sort of thing in the beginning, but with all things there was innate evolution. They all craved structure and substance and she had longed for both.

Simply put, she had wandered long enough. It was time to embrace change.

She followed easily enough, eyes forward. Scarcely a step aside and behind Merrick in a quiet spot of thought. The heart of Ursus.. the jagged rise and outcropping of stones almost out of place in the throat of the valley had to be it, she presumed.

"Is it pretty there, your Ursus? The whole valley seems like it would be a nice place."