Whitebark Stream meddleborn

his land. his wife.

day dawned and with it a ferocious instinct inside sun eater. he and red leaf had been alone last spring, and there had been no sign of her season.

this year was vastly different. he headed a larger clan, and the wandering males had already begun their roaming.

remaining eye narrowed. an unknown figure moved across the white snows, and near was his mate. nostrils billowed breath. words were being exchanged, but the male did not depart.

a flurry of snow and a cracking growl announced the chieftain of the saatsine, headed in a beeline for the stranger with maiming intent.