Wapun Meadow forgo the parable

Her whiskers flattened against her cheeks when she pulled her lips back, scenting the ground. The word musk was unappealing; she assumed, then, that the creatures had a foul odour- something oily, perhaps. The arctic tundra wouldn’t have swamps, she thought- so they might not smell boggy, like moose. She couldn’t imagine them smelling like skunk either- that scent would deter the wolves…Though it didn’t sound as though they could afford to be picky.

Yeah, you’re right, She said, though she felt grateful that she lived in a climate where the food tasted great. Rala spoke as a wolf who had possibly gone without, from time to time- in the long nights of winter, it must have been a cruel thing to endure. I feel like I’ve been thpoiled in comparison, She chuckled. Starvation had never been a huge concern. Here, it was trespassers that were more of a threat. Their own kind could be as cruel as a harsh winter.

You’ve had theal too? She asked, remembering that Rala had mentioned her mother’s people. I like fish…It mutht tathte fishy, eh?