Wapun Meadow I'm young, scrappy and hungry

He didn't like the meadow. It was too large, too open, and damn cold - but it was the quickest passage toward the free-flowing waters at the mountains' base. Venamis much preferred this source to licking at the snow when thirst dried his mouth, as Winter had saw fit to freeze the edges of most others he'd found. He could step across the ice, he supposed, but the spider wasn't sure that he trusted its strength.

When he spotted a lean figure crossing the plains, he took note of her bi-coloured coat. It was rare to see such bold markings, and too long had he been apart from his littermates that he did not at once think of the mysterious Lumiya. In fact, his first consideration was how to avoid interaction with this rogue, and he huffed a sigh as he deliberately slowed his stride with the hope that she would simply carry on her way.