Wapun Meadow ain't too sure what i believe in

Ursus felt drier as of these days. Merrick's meeting had livened things up, but beyond that, it was a time of children and mothers- a topic that was uncomfortable for Toad. Having never gotten along with his lunatic of a mother, seeing other children cared for, named properly- had him uncomfortably turning his eyes away. It was on days like these that the mercenary came to smell the flowers of the meadow. When the manlier of the dudes weren't looking, he'd slip out quietly and wander here. 

It was while he strolled that jade eyes caught a figure ahead- scrawny, dark brown in color with a muzzle like a coyote. Big ears like a bat. He was young, appeared to be searching for something on the ground, a little intriguing- and Toad did not wish for any fights today. And so he came closer to the boy, halting before him a few yards off. Hey, you're a little close to Ursus. Toad warned, though his voice held no venom.