Wapun Meadow road shimmer wigglin' the vision

a part of ancelin was still vitally fearful that one day avicus and her children would come for him after all he had said. his aunt was not forgiving, or at least had not been in the past.
it meant anyone new was a threat. 
the single entrance in and out of the valley was some comfort, but the meadow beyond remained a wildcard. the green was latticed with tracks, that of prey and wolf alike.
it was the latter watched with a burning indigo gaze from his perch on the sentinel boulder; at length, ancelin dropped silently as a panther and stalked with stiff shoulders out into the territory he had already begun to feel possessive about.
he said nothing, but his posture was not friendly.