Wapun Meadow grind to a halt

Avicus hadn't expected to see the woman again. she'd chalked it up to some sort of daydream, some strange occurrence outside the valley. but her scent had been intertwined with that place of standing stones, which wasn't so far away. and after the skirmish at that border. . .

well. this just makes sense.

she is likely incredibly visible, even against the brilliant colors of the meadow. it is the curse of her burning pelt. but her eyes are black ice as she stares at the wolf from afar; she is standing a short distance outside the entrance to Ursus's home. clearly on neutral ground, but close enough to dart away.

Avicus does not like this woman, and she does the only thing that makes sense in the moment:

she howls for @Merrick.

her hunting partner — bonded by blood in myriad ways.