Wapun Meadow anywhere else is hollow

cameo! won't join unless tagged.

The air held something unspoken about how Cole changed. Since Winslet's attack— since the fluctuation of members that seemed to find themselves in a heap of trouble. No less would it account for those that tested them along the borders.
When Winlset was in the care of either the Creek healers or Rala, he'd take the time to reassess his duties. Lifting a leg to let a stream of yellow graze a tree, he heard voices from the grove.
And a scent, undoubtedly foreign.
Bullish, he'd trek through the dense wilds until he could see Tvar shadowing a girl. White as snow. Driven, but polite. He watched in earnest, knowing that his closest friend could handle it. But it wouldn't stop him from knowing. From watching.
Not another step closer, he wished to speak, but held his tongue as it grew thick in his mouth.
Winslet would yearn for him soon, and he didn't intend to keep her waiting.