Wapun Meadow Bigscale

After a patrol along the edges of the creek, Swordfish had ventured out into the free land. His mind roamed to Riverclan and the blue-eyed girl who lived there. He had not missed the times her scent had crossed into their land, had mingled with the creek wolves. She was familiar with them, he’d found. There was an easy pleasure about her.

Pausing in the stretch of meadow, the young seafarer lifted his head to the blowing wind and drank in the scents that it carried. Swordfish hadn’t visited the wolves of Kvarsheim. He’d considered going to their pack to ask about their purpose, about their members. The boy couldn’t muster the social effort. It would exhaust him to go and exhaust him further if he had to make small talk with strangers.

A rabbit caught his eye as it raced across the snow.

Swordfish thought of the cliffs and the beach.