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☾ sätaron - Miténa - December 09, 2025
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From silver star trail, Miténa is reborn. Her exile from Moonbow Peak a sorrow to most, but a blessing to the huntress. From the North she carved, leaving her bison and family behind. A brother or two had joined her on her long march, if only for a few days, before they too had set off on their rites. She is a woman now. Born of Moonbow, of dusk.
Beneath the cover of nightfall, she hunts again. Cutting across the snowdrift plains, corralling a sparse elk herd that'd been moving into the valley. Her sights set on the pride of a young spike with a limp. Bitter winds at her face, eyes of sodalite glimmer beneath starlight.
These valleys would be hers to hunt.
From silver star trail, Miténa is reborn. Her exile from Moonbow Peak a sorrow to most, but a blessing to the huntress. From the North she carved, leaving her bison and family behind. A brother or two had joined her on her long march, if only for a few days, before they too had set off on their rites. She is a woman now. Born of Moonbow, of dusk.
Beneath the cover of nightfall, she hunts again. Cutting across the snowdrift plains, corralling a sparse elk herd that'd been moving into the valley. Her sights set on the pride of a young spike with a limp. Bitter winds at her face, eyes of sodalite glimmer beneath starlight.
These valleys would be hers to hunt.
RE: ☾ sätaron - Hokulani - December 09, 2025
Her children are growing swiftly in the comfort of the whelping den, but Hokulani knows better. They are still weak.
Leaving them to rest with her mate, she leaves to explore the fields. A stranger is close by, and along with stretching her legs she aims to assess them herself.
She spots them near a herd of elk, a chase waiting to happen. Hokulani clicks her tongue, the options clear. She can join the hunt, attempt to chase them away, or maybe cause the herd to scatter entirely. Her first priority is to keep the elk and the wolf away from her den.
Barking to alert the stranger to her prescence, she waits to see their reaction first.
RE: ☾ sätaron - Miténa - December 09, 2025
Amidst the bugles and fray, a chuff cut through the thunder of hooves. Miténa flicked an ear in its direction, then followed her eyes to find a woman standing near the tree line. Waiting, watching. The huntress' tail raised and curled over her hind in display. Dominance, for she wouldn't let this hunt be ruined.
Bitter cold winds bring the scent of milk and pups. Moonbow met the stranger's stare with calm, quiet ferocity. Muzzle jutting after the herd she's corralled from the valley, there's a silent question in her stance. An invitation. Either this woman join the hunt, or be met with Moonbow fang if she dared to interrupt.
Either way, Miténa peeled away, following the line of elk and the spray of fine snow they left in their panic.
Bitter cold winds bring the scent of milk and pups. Moonbow met the stranger's stare with calm, quiet ferocity. Muzzle jutting after the herd she's corralled from the valley, there's a silent question in her stance. An invitation. Either this woman join the hunt, or be met with Moonbow fang if she dared to interrupt.
Either way, Miténa peeled away, following the line of elk and the spray of fine snow they left in their panic.