Wapun Meadow and the space has been broken, our love is broken.

a new tangle of scents rested between rags of frost and bare, exposed ground.

astara kept her eyes to the tree line. among the lightly dancing shadows of wintery sun a figure appeared — wolven and unwelcome.

wapun was an extension of ursus’ claim in the blackbird’s eyes. all this brute would be given was one growl in warning.