Wapun Meadow thirst

Toad decided to head out on his own to the meadow that belonged to Ursus- he had yet to formally meet the faceless Skoll Almir that Merrick had told him of, but in time, he was sure they would be patrolling together here. For now though, he prowled with head low to the ground, muscles in his pelt shifting like a panther. Occasionally he would stop, finding a spot to mark before continuing.

But a sneeze, accompanied by an unfamiliar scent on the breeze, piqued his interest- and soon Toad was headed in a different direction. There stood a large male, all fire and ebony woven together. Some gnarly scars but Toad didn't give a fuck. He was too close to Ursus- in fact, recalling what Merrick had said, he was in Ursus land. And so Toad approached, fur along his spine pricked up, halting a couple feet off. You're in Ursus land. You better get moving. He rumbled ominously, dark eyes moving over the figure of the stranger.