Wapun Meadow tiptoe

Scent-marking in the meadow and claiming it as additional hunting grounds was a past time for the Regina and her husband. She’d been busy scouting in recent days, keeping an eye on the movements of the caribou hunters settled to the East of their home, noting the tracks of Akavir and a wolf from Kvarsheim as they patrolled the neighbouring areas. The last flurry of activity, she guessed, before they all settled down a bit for the winter.

So she returned to her old habits, and meandered through the meadow, sniffing about to see who had ventured through, occasionally squatting to leave a yellow stain in the snow, a marking so that wanderers might know that the meadow was watched. 

Over a knoll a rabbit skittered, and Ameline crouched to watch it flee. She wondered if perhaps Ancelin was out hunting- only to test the breeze and pick up on the scent of an unfamiliar female wolf. With a huff, she shook some tension out of her shoulders- this wasn’t technically their territory, after all- and started up the hill, pausing as she crested the top to scan the meadow and land her surprised gaze upon a bronze and gold-gilded woman, graceful and poised, tracking along the tracks the rabbit had left behind. The mere prettiness of her looks made Ameline’s cheeks burn with envy.