Wapun Meadow Today and tomorrow are yet to be said

After dropping by to see Brillo again, he'd set off to investigate another way.  Maybe by going a different route around the mountains he'd find the place he actually should be.  He'd passed some packs along the way, but just the fact that there wasn't a big barrier between here and Elysium made it feel too close.  Okay, it was still quite a walk, but unless someone really made staying in one of those packs seem like a great option, he was gonna keep moving.

At least the way the weather was going, he might have an easier time finding food, too.  The various rodents and other such things were becoming more plentiful in number and it was much easier to find stupid young ones of those that could be nabbed by his still inexperienced tactics.  He'd improve slowly.  But hunting wasn't the issue of the day.  Honestly at the moment there wasn't much on his mind.  He just traveled and would find out what happened when it happened.  Hell.  At least he wasn't on the coast.  Walking through this field felt far more secure than risking that bunch again.

SCC has a whump log / event & dice system;
I rolled 8: Starts a dispute with a character outside of the pack. — Mal seems like the perfect target!! <3

After vaguely getting to know the lay of the land, Juria was in a rush to prove her worth to Kavik and to the rest of the wolves living by the river and so she slipped away from the claim to do so — partly because she was so focused on the job, and partly because she still wasn't entirely certain where their claim started and ended. By the time she realized she'd gone pretty far off the beaten path it was too late; the meadow stretched out as far as her eyes could see, littered with patches of bright flowers and an array of different kinds of grass. The ones that were cropped short were what drew the woman's attention.

As she bent low to investigate another grazing patch (her nose wiggling silghtly, eyes flicking from spot to spot as she slowly tread along) something burst from deep within the the meadow's reeds and took off in a rush away from her. Juria's posture stiffened in surprise and then she lunged for it, but the shape was small and it knew the terrain better than her, thus veering away — careening, while the grass swayed around it — straight for another wolf that she had been too absorbed to notice in the first place.

Whether it was a big rat, a stoat, or a rabbit — the creature took notice of the dappled wolf and changed direction sharply, to which Juria could only shout: HEY! With the hopes that the wolf would take notice of the movement and lend his teeth to her efforts.

Mal really hadn't been paying much attention.  He was walking more than consciously paying attention, which might end up bad if he wandered across the wrong person.  Or wrong thing.  But at least with a field he should be able to see what was coming pretty well, right?  Yeah, maybe if he wasn't looking maybe five feet in front of his nose.  Things still seemed pretty hopeless, and he was just not having a particularly positive day either.  It was all empty out here, bleak despite the renewing season.  He still had nothing to provide his sister, and he was starting to wonder if she'd even be willing to go when he did find something, or if by then the witches would have their hooks into her as well.

But thoughts can't last forever.  There was a brief cartoonish moment where he heard the call, froze, and looked up, probably about as attentive as if you'd jolted him awake from a nap.  He looked for the sound, spotted her running sort of in his direction and backpedaled away, bristling defensively, his thoughts immediately jumping to thinking she was after him for some reason.  Always expecting the worst, this kid.  What?!  Mal had missed what she was chasing entirely.