Wapun Meadow thirst

Oh he gets it, with how protective he is about his own plot of land he does respect the efforts the Ursus wolves give. Fortunately he isn’t strolling exactly through the meadow, and stands on the northern border.
It gives him an idea of conquering the territories neighboring Permafrost in a similar mannerism; before he hadn’t quite thought it possible, yet with more under their wing… perhaps.
You are strong then, he observes, ignoring the prod to leave once more. Spar? Then I will be gone.