Meadow Runners

Meadow Runners is situated in a beautiful large meadow that spans for seemingly miles. There's a few forested patches here and there, and a mountain to the far west, but the rolling hills of these lush grasslands spread beyond the wildest of imaginations. There are more stones than trees here, some large and so strangely shaped that they almost look like imperfect meteors. Maybe that's why the centerpiece of this pack's home a rather small but flat boulder. The shine that glistens off the surface tells you that the stones around here are most likely used as sunning rocks.
To the west of the flat stone is a portion of meadow that is littered with small red flowers, each dotting the grass sea like sunlight sparkling off the ocean. There's a small gathering of wolves here, and each one seems to be focused on one wolf in particular, one with a signature black patch on his back. He speaks calmly, but with a tone that depicts a bit of inexperience in his words. Despite this, his audience of four fellow pack members are listening intently, occasionally throwing forth what seems to be ideas and suggestions on hunting. You guess they're getting ready for their next hunting expedition.
Closer to the stone is a lot of exposed dirt and rougher terrain. Upon closer inspection, you notice that each awkwardly shaped mound is hiding the entrance to a burrow. When you lean in close, you can hear soft whimpers and happy yelps from deep within the earth, all too high-pitched to be coming from adult wolves. Ahead of you, there's a solid black she-wolf that is guiding a group of rambunctious puppies to The Red Fields, telling them that they'll get to hear all about how big wolves hunt. The pups yip happily, some speeding away from her towards the western field, some stay by her side and engage in soft but excited conversation. How sweet. 
To the east of the stone is another wide open field, though this one is accompanied by a thin patch of forest and covered with patches of yellow flowers. As opposed to the previous field, the group of wolves here is extremely rambunctious, some racing each other around the trees and others playing "king of the hill" on the stones mixed with some energized wrestling. At one point, you see a frosty-colored wolf peacefully gnawing on a leg bone of some unfortunate ungulate, only for a bright silver wolf to sprint over, steal the bone right out of the poor male's jaws, and instantly begin an aggressive game of chase throughout the field. You get the feeling that this is another hunting party group that isn't used very often, or an assortment of wolves that don't quite have their own roles within the pack yet. Makes sense.
Just as you're beginning to get used to the peaceful aura of the meadows, there's a strange-sounding bark from... Below you? Once you're done jumping out of your own skin, you look down to meet the piercing blue eyes of a very small wolf. No, a dog? The silver border collie stares up at you with an unwavering guarded stance, her tail curled over her back in curiosity. A chill down your spine tells you that's she's not the only one that's staring, and suddenly you find yourself under the cautious eyes of each wolf you've seen today. Some are bristling, growling and taking an aggressive stalk towards you. Others are alert, but not taking any direction action towards you. You note that, despite the sudden shift in the mood, not a single wolf here seems fearful. Not even the young pups, who doing anything but taking shelter under their caregiver.
Raevin is intently waiting for your next move. What will you do now?
Meadow Runners is situated in a beautiful large meadow that spans for seemingly miles. There's a few forested patches here and there, and a mountain to the far west, but the rolling hills of these lush grasslands spread beyond the wildest of imaginations. There are more stones than trees here, some large and so strangely shaped that they almost look like imperfect meteors. Maybe that's why the centerpiece of this pack's home a rather small but flat boulder. The shine that glistens off the surface tells you that the stones around here are most likely used as sunning rocks.
To the west of the flat stone is a portion of meadow that is littered with small red flowers, each dotting the grass sea like sunlight sparkling off the ocean. There's a small gathering of wolves here, and each one seems to be focused on one wolf in particular, one with a signature black patch on his back. He speaks calmly, but with a tone that depicts a bit of inexperience in his words. Despite this, his audience of four fellow pack members are listening intently, occasionally throwing forth what seems to be ideas and suggestions on hunting. You guess they're getting ready for their next hunting expedition.
Closer to the stone is a lot of exposed dirt and rougher terrain. Upon closer inspection, you notice that each awkwardly shaped mound is hiding the entrance to a burrow. When you lean in close, you can hear soft whimpers and happy yelps from deep within the earth, all too high-pitched to be coming from adult wolves. Ahead of you, there's a solid black she-wolf that is guiding a group of rambunctious puppies to The Red Fields, telling them that they'll get to hear all about how big wolves hunt. The pups yip happily, some speeding away from her towards the western field, some stay by her side and engage in soft but excited conversation. How sweet. 
To the east of the stone is another wide open field, though this one is accompanied by a thin patch of forest and covered with patches of yellow flowers. As opposed to the previous field, the group of wolves here is extremely rambunctious, some racing each other around the trees and others playing "king of the hill" on the stones mixed with some energized wrestling. At one point, you see a frosty-colored wolf peacefully gnawing on a leg bone of some unfortunate ungulate, only for a bright silver wolf to sprint over, steal the bone right out of the poor male's jaws, and instantly begin an aggressive game of chase throughout the field. You get the feeling that this is another hunting party group that isn't used very often, or an assortment of wolves that don't quite have their own roles within the pack yet. Makes sense.
Just as you're beginning to get used to the peaceful aura of the meadows, there's a strange-sounding bark from... Below you? Once you're done jumping out of your own skin, you look down to meet the piercing blue eyes of a very small wolf. No, a dog? The silver border collie stares up at you with an unwavering guarded stance, her tail curled over her back in curiosity. A chill down your spine tells you that's she's not the only one that's staring, and suddenly you find yourself under the cautious eyes of each wolf you've seen today. Some are bristling, growling and taking an aggressive stalk towards you. Others are alert, but not taking any direction action towards you. You note that, despite the sudden shift in the mood, not a single wolf here seems fearful. Not even the young pups, who doing anything but taking shelter under their caregiver.
Raevin is intently waiting for your next move. What will you do now?