Wild Berry Meadow i sit a bit but i'm not gonna stay

Fjall stepped back at the posturing, his own body tensed in preparation to flee. He could put a brave face on in front of Yellowstone’s people, but he was no warrior – and he was not prepared to risk life and limb to greet a stranger.

It would have been easy to turn back, except his lavender eye caught the other wolf’s wince. Fjall ducked his head low and gave a supplicant wiggle of his tail. I mean you no harm, he tried to assure the earthdark ranger. Are you okay? He gestured towards the man’s hindquarters.