Wapun Meadow Plates and Saucers

crossing his forelegs, merrick stared balefully toward the coffee-cream figure cutting a swathe through his meadow. it was too difficult, even with skoll's faithful markings, to keep the largesse of the meadow marked in all places. and so, though it remained an extension of ursus, merrick could not call war upon the head of each trespasser.
he parted his jaws in a resentful yawn, hoped fervently the figure might slip in the wet grass. merrick might have ignored the wolf all the same, had not the throwing of dirt kept his attention, and the distracted nature of the stranger began to spawn that low and familiar hunger in his gut.