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

as skilled as astara believed herself to be, she would be unlikely to catch draper if he ran. as it was, he stood still -- pivoting his head to hers as she circled around him.

this was unusual for a coyote -- astara had only ever known them to flee. her ears pressed forward assertively and a crinkle appeared along her snout - a silent snarl aimed as one last warning before she closed in.