Wapun Meadow forgo the parable

deer scent rode the wind, and yet so did another. not of bearclaw, nor of any of the nearby packs whose smells oftentimes wafted towards the valley ; it was a loners, she presumed. a loner who was too close to the packsite for her liking. she noticed, now, that a man stood a few ways up ahead, his head hung over his shoulder, watching her.

nanuralaaq had never been afraid of strangers.

snowwoman gave a bark, loud and commanding, a warning to not move as she bounded through the snow with a practiced grace, brows furrowing. she did not like a man of no affiliation this close to the valley, not when their were children and mothers there ; as well as ancelin, the only father, based off of what she knew. with a rising voice and a loud call, she said: you approach the lands of bearclaw valley, tail stood high.

still, she wished to hunt. perhaps this man wished to be her prey.