Dahozhoni Meadow I'm starting to hate it here

A stranger approaches and he eyes her with a calm confidence. There is no fear to be found in the lion now. But it is something, is it not? He responds. There are worse things to be staring up at.

His tail curled around his lower half, shielding it from a winter chill as it blew past the pair. Decided to go out for a late hunt? He spoke the question as if he knew this wolf well, but then again it was the same way he would have addressed any other stranger. It was his calm tone that was out of the ordinary here, for his usually fiery personality at least.