Wapun Meadow Sweet Melody

Frederick felt like his skin was prickling under his fur as he was eyed. Though outwardly, one would have to be incredibly perceptive to pick up on just how deeply he disliked being stared at. But, he supposed, as he took in the sight of the woman in front of him, he did seem to be quite a bit bigger than her. He hoped he hadn't scared her. Trotting a few paces forward, to the riverbank, he settled in a spot a few ways in front of her. Facing her, though not too close as to not over-step.

Bearclaw Valley? He hummed, with a curious tilt of his head. Now he, too, was looking into the water, the light from the sun shining down into the stream and reflecting into blue-green eyes. A pack or a place? Either way, no, I haven't. I've simply been wandering. For a moment, he dipped his paw into the water, but pulled it back when a frog swam a little too close for his liking. Are you from there, stranger?