Wapun Meadow ain't too sure what i believe in

There didn't seem to be a lot more here other than just flowers. Charles walked through the field for a bit until he saw another approach. He contemplated what to do and whether to be polite or rude or just do nothing --

He ended up doing nothing, but not because it was a choice, but because he simply did not respond in time. Large ears folded forward to inspect. The other seemed friendly to Charles, even as he warned.

Ursus didn't mean much to Charles, who hadn't heard of it before. Oh, he said after a silence that was just a little too awkward and too long. What is Ursus? He blinked and watched the other, his posture neutral.