Fairspell Meadow this world is too much noise

I’m not sulking.

Tch.

Stormchaser did not conceal the snide smirk that had curled his dark lips. The gold of his eyes shifted to the man’s paws - large, brutish things. He might have been closer to a bear than a wolf. Regardless of what made him, the yearling was not intimidated quite so easily.

When the stranger mentioned that he’d only been hunting and scouting, the younger of the two nodded his head. The next suggestion was enough to spark a loud laugh. Stormchaser couldn’t help but think it amusing that this land - this measly meadow - would belong to anyone.

Mine? No. I’d never pick a place like this for myself. Let alone defend it from such a bull of an intruder. The meadow wasn’t worth that much effort.

When the stoneform wolf moved, so did Stormchaser.