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this is our celebration - Forsythia - December 28, 2024
though the meadow had seemed to settle some for the winter, there was a small collection of does.
she watched as they cut through the land with grace. she wondered how many times these does had cleared through here. had mothers and grandmothers before them walked these paths?
one doe chanced the creek. others kept watch over her.
there was an untouched peace here that she was not keen to disturb — and no herd of does seemed too worried about the small girl that watched them.
she only hoped none around got the idea to ruin this moment.
RE: this is our celebration - Rala - December 30, 2024
though she was a huntress, snowwoman did not always seek the kill.
sometimes, a venture to see the grazing does, the product of a simpler life, was needed to relax, to put things into perspective. thoughts lingered within her mind as she walked, beating like a drum, like the heart within her chest. echoing, dancing around her skull with the image of two men, a choice she had yet to make. a choice she felt that she may not have the ability to make. not when it meant hurting one of them. a friend.
a low breath rolled from black lips as a silent approach was made, careful paws precise as to not disturb the snow too heavily, not to let it crunch beneath her steps and alert the ungulates up ahead. she had hunted one of this species only a few days ago, with @Tvar. the thought of the storm cloud, already etched into her mind, did little to calm her. sunlight, @Dolce, still filtered through the cracks, perhaps overpowering the image.
a scent brought nanuralaaq's attention. a girl of a nearby pack. a huff was given, both a warning and an alert. while the meadow was considered bearclaw valley's hunting grounds, she would not injure no girl, especially not that of a nearby pack.
hello?came a quiet voice, calling for a response from the stranger within the grass.
RE: this is our celebration - Forsythia - January 01, 2025
in the meadow, it was more realistic to expect bearclaw to come forth.
if she had been disgruntled (at first) by the man in the glade then this was a fair trade.
the deer grew wary with wolven numbers growing. yet forsythia did not perceive a threat to either them or herself from this woman. the beautiful woman. like an image of winter come to life. pale and athletic. if there was one thing she was learning, it was that bearclaw seemed to produce beautiful (or handsome) wolves.
or maybe she just continued to think that of everyone not who was not herself.
have you come to hunt?her voice did not reach above a whisper — and she worried that the answer might be a yes.
even if it was the bearclaw hunting ground she stood in.
RE: this is our celebration - Rala - January 02, 2025
no,she returned to the girl, coming to sit by her.
just to watch.
nanuralaaq had not been given much opportunity to simply watch the animals graze, back within her homelands, aside for when they were following the caribou herds. for the rest of the year, spotting something to eat meant taking it down almost immediately, for the risk of going hungry within such a cruel landscape was too high, too deadly.
her pale gaze flickered to the girl, then.
but these are hunting grounds, you know?came the accent of an arctic lady.
and you seem far from home. are you of ... kvarsheim?though she had not completely familiarised herself with the neighbouring packs, their scents oftentimes came wafting towards the valley, giving opportunity to memorise each of their distinct smells.
do your people know you are here?
for she is simply a girl, anything can be dangerous, including the woman beside her.
instead, she gave a sigh, and said:
my name is nanuralaaq. and yours?