Wapun Meadow looking to fight, smoking a blunt and a pipe

Thanks for starting!

He watches the grey stranger stalk through the meadow from a distance, exuding an undirected energy Astyanax wasn't quite familiar with. She seemed...irate, but at what, the boy had no idea. He could not see anyone with her, nor pick up on any recent prey trails that the woman might have failed in chasing.

As much as he is put off by the fuming stride of the creature, the adolescent was still curious, and he was learning more and more words and wanted to put them to use. So, foolishly, Astyanax approached, cyan eyes wide and inquiring. He offers a wave of his tail before releasing a soft yip to catch the stranger's attention.