Boartusk Heights amica

@Scoria brought new life to the heights in the form of two squirming children. Klara had steered a wide berth from the densite for fear of stepping on the new parents' toes. The curve of @Reyna's belly had not gone unnoticed by her either; now that the settlement in the valley had been dissolved, the guard had upped her patrols of the kingdom to ward off interlopers.

With more mouths to feed came the pressure of more hunts and Klara's target today was a young mountain buck. Its mother grazed peacefully on the cliffside grasses as her baby roamed the meadow, bleating with each clumsy leap it performed. A smile danced across her usually stony face - had she ever been so small and carefree? She crooned a low note for the ears of whomever was near; in invitation to join her.

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It was Paloma herself which heeded the low call. Thus far, unsuccessful in her own hunt via one of useful herbs. Klara was a large wolf colored like stone, matching well into the backdrop of the foothills of home. Paloma was far more striking in color, snowy white and pleasing gingers. It would not take much to spot her, making not the best of hunters for this reasoning. 

Still, she came. The target was very much obvious. Paloma kept far back, oposit of Klara, flicking her tail quietly every so often in order to try and grasp the other woman's attention. Paloma could run the pair directly to Klara's waiting ambush. A woman like her would have no problem with a take down.