Wapun Meadow oh aberdeen, you've been calling to me

missing all of the silent drama, ancelin only had eyes for the man akavir — who did not retreat.
and so the younger wolf at last came down, pacing from red dirt to the snows of wapun. he fought the urge to arc yellow reeking urine over the expanse and approached, but left distance between he and the creek man.
"is there something you need?" ancelin asked conversationally, though again, the directness of his eyes was less than friendly, more guarded than aggressive.
for now.