Wapun Meadow golden blade

Let me know if I interpreted it as the wrong type of territorial marking behaviour! lmao

He roamed from the Stone Circle even as the dark clouds moved in and the prey animals took shelter from the oncoming rain. Not that the plains offered much in the way of protection, he thought bitterly, thinking back to his many hiding places back at the Plateau. A long-lasting homesickness had taken root within the boy; and the dour weather was an apt reflection of his current mood as he trudged through the meadow, tearing up flowers as he did so.

He only gave pause when he picked up the similar sound of claws digging through dirt over the din of the rain, looking up to see a man nearby. His patchwork coat broke up his silhouette, white furs blending into the hazy background; Arrax had not noticed him until he was close enough to see what he was doing.

He blinked, confused. Was he also mad at the world? The devilish grin the stranger wore suggested maybe not.