Wapun Meadow Still getting old, space is still getting cold, space is

cameo!

shoulders hunched against the frigid air, he watched from atop the sentinel stone at the entrance to the valley. 
the meadow had become theirs in his mind. a stranger was there now, another. ancelin watched ameline register them and then move onward. she was hunting. and he was waiting, waiting for any sign the newcomer would react in aggression. the melonii eyes simmered.