Wapun Meadow Wreath

He spied upon two plump geese in the meadow, their long necks dark and serpentine, their eyes shining as they stared him down; he thought to hunt them but knew better. Such things were rich and fatty but hardly worth the noise of a hunt. When one began to hiss and the other opened its wings with a sense of menace, Marius scampered back the way he had come — in to the trail his body had cut in the snow.

There were two more shapes to watch — this time, canine. Perhaps something could be salvaged from this foray across the meadow; but he was uncertain if either of the pale shapes were to his liking. One looked like barely a wisp, the other taller and more heavy-set.

Marius did not debate long.

As he drew nearer he heard the name Saatsine and was reminded of the boorish woman who had wed her own cousin (most likely). Neither of these people looked to be of that type, though.

Hail, stranger. He called now to the man — soured against the fairer sex for the time being. There are snake-birds further afield. I wonder if you might chase them with me? They are quite fat, and very rude, and could use a little terror. A cheeky little smile appears then upon his face; but he ignores the woman, still.