Wapun Meadow Slow down you crazy child

She did not roam far from the reaches of the meadow, almost always stopping at its edge, an invisible barrier kept her within. Etephyr had come to know the meadow well, hunting, sleeping and bathing in it. It provided all she had craved in her traveling months, the safety of the flowers and the certainty of something to nourish herself. Eteph even found a modicum of comfort in the pack that lay southeast, although she did not ponder those emotions much, unwilling to give into the idea she was fond of a pack. 

It was then that an unfamiliar wolf caught her attention, first through smell and then sight. Etephs ears pinned to her skull, brows furrowing, a strange possessiveness coiling in her belly. It diminished as quickly as it formed, a realization the stranger may be from the valley. She needed to remind herself, this was not her land. Hesitantly, Etephyr stood and took the first few tentative steps towards the stranger, still undecided in her intent. It could be chosen on the way.

She loped, flowers caving to her wake as she moved. It wasn't until Etephyr neared the stranger did she chuff, full stopping as soon as it left her maw. An instinctual guarded stature visually stiffening her body as she stood. Her tail tall, as well the fur on her nape, while her muscles tensed, poised for action.

"Are you of Bearclaw decent?" She asked, a near demand. Etephyr took notice of the healing wounds and scars on the female, they reminded her of Ancelin. She wondered if his mate was much like he.