Wapun Meadow is it far away, in the glitter freeze?

thank you <3

draper slipped from her like a greased pig. incensed as astara was, there was no hope to seize the gap he'd neatly laid between them.

astara slowed, panting, as draper's form darted away.

he'd managed to escape, but she would not forget his face. should he ever reappear, astara would not let him leave her a second time.

columns of thick smoke rose from her panting nostrils as she made for bearclaw. one less coyote in wapun was a blessing -- astara would never tire of keeping the borders of her home well-guarded.