Wolf RPG

bjarna was growing.

although her legs grew in length, her muzzle had stayed shorter than those around her. boxier. unbecoming on what features dared to teeter towards wolfish.

she could no longer ignore the way she did not look like mother bear.

or gunnar.

or taktuq.

every time she looked into the river, she saw the disjointed way her body had come together. so she stayed to the meadows, the trees. she avoided herself.

today the distraction was following the trail of a herd that had crossed by. she had dreams of being a hunter much like mother bear.

They neared the time to travel to Akashingo. Taktuq worked to secure the borders in the meanwhile, and supply the caches where she could. Many would stay behind to care for Kvarsheim in her absence, but they were small and Taktuq intended to take care of as many loose ends as she could before she left.

As she worked her ways towards the borders, she found herself distracted by Bjarna’s lone trail. She paused. Considered. Strange, that she had seen so little of the girl in recent days. Her scent trail, always seemingly alone.

So Taktuq followed until she spotted the girl and, with the quirk of a smile, called out to her.

Hallo, Bjarna!

she turned.

it was the beautiful polar bear taktuq. already she wished to shrink into herself!

hallo, she hummed politely, ears smushing against her boxy head. her tail gently swayed by her ankles. betraying some of herself with the very action.

help?

it was hard to ask if the woman needed it, but she hoped the message was understood all the same.