Wapun Meadow tremble for yourself my man

What was with these people and their inability to stay away? Would there always be curious children on Ursus' doorstep? These were the questions that filled Toad's head as he caught the scent of wolves. It was another day he had come to the meadow with the hope that he could smell the flowers and relax, secretly slip into his softhearted true nature, but alas, it seemed there would be more to chase off. He narrowed his eyes as he followed the trail.

The darkness did nothing to aid his search, and so he relied on his sniffing nose, but soon a dark silhouette caught his olive eye. What do you think you're doing here, bitch? He rumbled darkly and slowly, halting while he eyed the figure, whose features were still unclear. It took all his courage to hold down the tremble that wanted to find it's way to his voice- but he sounded confident, and Toad was fairly sure he was on the road to becoming a badass that might make the king of Ursus proud.