Wapun Meadow and the space has been broken, our love is broken.

as the interloper broke from the tree line, the shadows lifted and gradually astara was able to piece together distinctions about him.

he was tall. large and muscular too. his pelt a pale snowdown, with dual colored eyes; all of this painted a picture of a wolf not easily outmuscled.

astara began to prowl forward, her tail high over confident steps. her lips skimmed back in a snarl as she advanced, this time driving forward at a gallop only to halt and stomp in clear body language that said said his presence was unwelcome.