Wapun Meadow You’re right

when you have time :) @Vanja

Ameline breathed in deeply as the two wolves stepped beyond the stake-marked borders of Bearclaw Valley, and out into Wapun Meadow. The sun had risen and spilled their long shadows before them. Above, the golden sky shimmered with rising mist. A blast of air split the silence, followed by another, and the sound of bounding hooves; a pair of grazing deer disappeared beyond the horizon.

She had found Twitch, and invited her for a patrol of the meadow- a simple task, that she hoped would not turn into a battle. Two coyote heads pointed their slim, eternal grimace toward the meadow as they sat on crude, wooden stakes at the valley’s entrance. One of them had begun to list slightly, tilting the head at an odd angle. They remained there as a warning to the cluster of canids that had begun testing their luck. A third would join them before long, if Tvar completed his mission. 

She opened her eyes after she tested the air, confident that at least for the time being, they would not have to worry about their own safety. She lowered her head, and began to mosey to the South, to trail a clockwise patrol along the meadow’s edge. 

Tho, It’th not ourth, technically, She explained, But we hunt here. An’ the valley only hath one real way in an’ out that’th not like sheer cliff, tho- she paused to leave a scent marking. We tend to make our prethenthe known here…Can’t have anothuh pack thettle here anyway, or we’d be treth-pathin’ every time we come or go. She paused to sniff some rabbit droppings, only to find them cold and hard; they’d frozen overnight. Lonerth will hunt here ‘cauthe it ain’t technically ourth an’ we don’t patrol often enough to have a clear border but…We come out here often enough, the thmellth kinda like claimed turf, an’ they thtop huntin’ here ‘cauthe motht of ‘em don’t wanna rithk pithin’ off a pack. 

So the idea went, anyway. Couple a other pack’th nearby, though- but they mothtly jutht thtick to themthelveth. Twiftcurrent Creek, She gestured toward the North Eastern edge of the meadow, and then tipped her head back toward the Northern edge of the Valley. An’ Kvarsheim. 

She kept moving, flicking an ear toward Twitch.