Wapun Meadow Slow down you crazy child

The weasel's path led on, zig-zagging this way and that, though it veered quite suddenly in the direction of a small stream and was laced as well with the scent of another wolf. Ameline licked her lips and breathed in, catching the aroma of a female wolf- a stranger, and one who did not smell of another pack. 

She had to steady her ambition; the pack was not in full force. She could not simply barrel down this woman's trail and chase her out of the meadow simply for the thrill of it; one injury, and the pack would be compromised even further. 

Still- she was worth investigating and coincidentally, she was in the area. 

Ameline lifted her tail and bristled at the sight of the woman; she was thin, but had a clever, focused look in her expression. She tilted her head expectantly, drawing her chin back slightly when she was addressed. 

Ancelin was the one who was of Bearclaw descent- but it was a name she too claimed.

"I am Bearclaw," She stated, proudly. "Ameline Bearclaw. You have heard of our name?" She asked, then.