Wapun Meadow amaritudo

The boy had found piqued interest in the pack that was in the mountain. Scout had placed a bug in his ear that spoke of the potential that was there - a place of soldiers. He had wanted to visit it at once but had been forced to slow down by the watchful eyes of their neighbouring healers and Moss. The woman had proven herself to be softer than her powerful shape let on. 

Lean and bear-mauled, Swordfish did not anticipate meeting a man in such a shape. His eyes caught sight of the poor thing before he realized what he walked into. Fresh wounds and the touch of a medic upon them. His heavy stare was difficult to pull away from the way he had been sliced open. Bear? Something else, perhaps. He must have been going to see the clan of healers. 

Ya alright? Yer a ways from the healing place, ya know… Gonna suck gettin’ to their clan. Swordfish was not certain that he wanted to help, just yet.