Wapun Meadow a hellish glow of hot orange

A bleak wind tore across the stretch of land with a whipping polar touch. Just as soon as it had come, it was swept to further reaches and beyond. Nothing moved with it, save for the rusted hairs along Tadec's neck and shoulders. The coywolf scoped the area heedfully, then trekked forward atop broomstick limbs. He was ever thoughtful of his hunt. He imagined that he should be the first to find the elusive beast. Still, not even the remainder of a scent lingered on the brush of wind. Frustration bubbled inside of the moonlighter, but composure was his key.

Picking each step away, Tadec swung his muzzle toward the sound of crunching snow beneath the foot of a larger creature. A tall, leonine specimen stood out against the backdrop of grey and white. This beast of magnitude was bent over in drink. The unfamiliar brute was long-limbed and powerful. The thief stood, rigid... alert. Ears swung and swiveled wildly atop his narrow skull before focusing on him and all of his grandeur. Tadec was enthralled.