it was with careful, snow-confident strides that the woman moved. pushing past thick tangle of bracken, forest guarding lands like an oaken sentry, pale lady trekked across the soft, white carpet of wintertime, a master in her movements, sinupiult blood coursing through her veins, warming a small body. well-insulated by a thick, healthy pelt.
and although it was not warm by any means, rala was not battered by blizzard, nor thrown around, nor blinded by snowstorm. small flakes drifted from the sky, crystalised and each unique in their shapes, landing on her crown and her dark, black nose. they gathered on pale lashes, and so the polar-cub would blink them away. her tail swayed.
boulder split in two sat grey and fat upon the horizon. she made it her target, now, trudging towards it with precision, quick paws easily moving through aput. dawn-sky eyes scanned her surroundings, watching, as she moved her thickly coated head. neck plumage moved with a silky grace, seemingly waterproof, like that of otter hunters. imarmiutaq. but she moved the thought away ; gentle expression upon soft features.
polar-cub grew closer. inspected the stone with the eyes of a huntress, studious and inquisitive as she peered. darkness loomed from deep beneath the boulder, in which the woman could assume a cavern system sprawled out. if not large, then at the very least sizeable enough for wolves. curious how no claim had been staked. a hum left her lips.
nanuralaaq turned away from cold stone, now, inspecting the plains. grass protruded from the thick, white sheet. the gentle rushing of a creek that went unfrozen had been caught by attentive ears, and so the woman would move towards it, each stride, each step filled with an evident purpose. every single move - calculated. simply not without intention. and so the stream was where she would find herself, taking small sips. thirsty.
pale head lifted, then. lips drew together in a howl. long and melodic.
calling, summoning, someone to speak with.
to learn from. to travel with? unsure.
and although it was not warm by any means, rala was not battered by blizzard, nor thrown around, nor blinded by snowstorm. small flakes drifted from the sky, crystalised and each unique in their shapes, landing on her crown and her dark, black nose. they gathered on pale lashes, and so the polar-cub would blink them away. her tail swayed.
boulder split in two sat grey and fat upon the horizon. she made it her target, now, trudging towards it with precision, quick paws easily moving through aput. dawn-sky eyes scanned her surroundings, watching, as she moved her thickly coated head. neck plumage moved with a silky grace, seemingly waterproof, like that of otter hunters. imarmiutaq. but she moved the thought away ; gentle expression upon soft features.
polar-cub grew closer. inspected the stone with the eyes of a huntress, studious and inquisitive as she peered. darkness loomed from deep beneath the boulder, in which the woman could assume a cavern system sprawled out. if not large, then at the very least sizeable enough for wolves. curious how no claim had been staked. a hum left her lips.
nanuralaaq turned away from cold stone, now, inspecting the plains. grass protruded from the thick, white sheet. the gentle rushing of a creek that went unfrozen had been caught by attentive ears, and so the woman would move towards it, each stride, each step filled with an evident purpose. every single move - calculated. simply not without intention. and so the stream was where she would find herself, taking small sips. thirsty.
pale head lifted, then. lips drew together in a howl. long and melodic.
calling, summoning, someone to speak with.
to learn from. to travel with? unsure.
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