Wapun Meadow this is our celebration

in the meadow, it was more realistic to expect bearclaw to come forth.

if she had been disgruntled (at first) by the man in the glade then this was a fair trade.

the deer grew wary with wolven numbers growing. yet forsythia did not perceive a threat to either them or herself from this woman. the beautiful woman. like an image of winter come to life. pale and athletic. if there was one thing she was learning, it was that bearclaw seemed to produce beautiful (or handsome) wolves.

or maybe she just continued to think that of everyone not who was not herself.

have you come to hunt? her voice did not reach above a whisper — and she worried that the answer might be a yes.

even if it was the bearclaw hunting ground she stood in.