Wapun Meadow is it far away, in the glitter freeze?

In contrast to his dark stalker, Draper had yet to kill a wolf. Why was it, then, that they always seemed to want to kill him? At this point, the question didn't matter anymore. It hadn't mattered for a long time. Most wolves wanted to murder him, and the few who didn't were cautious around him. Poor guy was just misunderstood.

So here he was, minding his own business, when the wind shifted direction and Draper caught a whiff of wolf musk.

Shit, here we go again, he muttered to himself.

Draper stopped and turned to face the dark canine cousin, noting the abundance of scars. That wasn't a good sign.