Wapun Meadow anywhere else is hollow

his sharp gaze shifted, landing on a distant figure weaving through the frosted expanse. the light played tricks with the snow and shadows, but it didn’t take long for him to discern that it was someone unfamiliar.

the meadow was bearclaw's hunting lands, and any stranger wandering its expanse would need to be addressed.

rising smoothly to his paws, he shook the frost from his black coat. as he neared, tvar chuffed softly, what brings you here?