Wapun Meadow give 'em hell, kid

Works for me!

Before long the attention of Tulimaq caught upon a dark shape by the fringe of the woodland, and soon enough that shape was bee-lining straight for his position. He waited to see if there was anyone else on the way, any bodies giving chase to the canine shape, but when it became clear the boy was alone he knew not to be too worried. He watched the boy approach with a scrutinizing gaze; Tulimaq studied what he could of the boy's running style, the reach of his limbs, whether he was a burst runner or if he held anything back. Perhaps in his excitement he did not consider anything besides his oncoming lessons, but from what the tutor could see, the boy was going full-tilt through the meadow.

There was a natural ease to the way the boy moved. Tulimaq judged that, with training and practice, the boy could make himself in to quite the long-distance runner. He was destined to be a large creature and his long strides had devoured the distance between Easthollow and the center of the meadow, which was promising.

His greeting was met with a chuff but not much else. He did not make promises lightly, and the flippant comment from the boy showed his doubt. I assume all is well at home? he responded without bringing his thoughts to light — he was referring instead to the boy's mother and the garnering of her permission. If he was here without it, that would put Tulimaq in to a dangerous position and he wasn't eager to have an entire pack become his enemy over something as trivial as a few lessons.