Fairspell Meadow this world is too much noise

He readied himself to take action, should his follower make a move against him. Glaukos did not clue in to the other wolf being there until he heard movement and turned with a scowl to see—bright eyes, and a young face.

It was only a boy. They carried the scent of petrichor through the meadow which did not bode well, inferring they might have followed from as far as the Tarn; but as they spoke Glaukos had time to study them a little bit more.

If this was one of his would-be attackers, they weren't too skilled. His nimble body versus the bear-bulk of Glaukos? No contest. No, this was more likely a resident of the area.

Perhaps you should not stalk people you do not know, the man answered glumly, the undercurrent of a warning there.