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

could spree this out and use it for claiming? :3

She caught Ancelin's scent and turned to gaze over her shoulder, only to notice the look on his face. She glanced back across the meadow, to appraise the pale figure for herself, just in time to see them rove off, leaving the Bearclaws alone. 

Ameline licked her lips; the wolf had made a kill- but had they left it behind? She uttered a soft bark, and began to bound across the field to see if there were any scraps that could be brought back for the girls.