Wapun Meadow it's sword and gun day

can be a cameo!

ameline had come into her time, and ancelin was fierce with jealousy. when he was not spraying the borders of bearclaw with musky urine, he was with her, or, as today, watching the borders.
from the sentinel stones he watched the two vaguely familiar, powerful men wrestle in his distant meadow. ancelin was not so much a fool to think he could threaten them both away; it was this fact which made him seethe.
he crouched, chest to the rock, and continued to watch with a silent, closed expression.