Fox's Glade As if your soul were on fire from within, the moon lives in the lining of your skin.

set after this, anybody from IkKanattuk is welcome

Bloodied and battered, she returns to where their group has camped hours later as silently as she left with her goose clamped in her dire jaws. She moved through the camp as if she were a  ghost, not noticing any she passed for her silver eyes were glazed with exhaustion. If anybody was alarmed by the injuries, still raw, that coated their most silent member - Tupilaq didn't see it. She stopped, blinking slowly before realizing she had stopped instinctively where she usually dropped off food for the mothers and their children. 

With a soft thud, she drops the goose. It's a respectable distance from the dens but still within sight, close enough that she knows @Tahani or @Shivali (visibility) will come fetch it or else @Siarut (visibility) will come across it and deliver it to his sisters and their brood. Tapeesa tears a fatty leg from the fowl, simply too exhausted to search for anything else. Typically, she doesn't take from the prey she brings for the young ones but angakkuq fears if she doesn't eat soon, she won't be able to continue.

Coat rusted with blood and mud, she finds a secluded corner of their site and makes little work of the delicious goose meat. She gnaws on the bone for good measure - cracking it open as easily as a walnut with her over-long incisors - and sucking down the nutritious marrow found within.