nanuralaaq stepped light-footed around the mountains, now. moving away from the boulder, now in-between two spires. one to her left, the other to her right, the snowwoman had ascended upon ledges and outcroppings, and now found herself within a grotto of sorts. as she crossed into the vegetation, the snow seemed to ebb away, and the air appeared to warm. huntress shook out her pelt, snow falling to the ground.
water turned and flowed in the breeze ; a pool sat up ahead, and so rala would work her way towards it. birds sung and chirped and called within the trees. a peaceful melody. she would hum back to them, tail swaying as she water grew ever closer. when she stopped by the rim of the pool, she would dip her head down, craning a thickly furred neck and delighting in the coolness that almost stung her throat. how refreshing.
rala moved away from the snowmelt, now. turning to a patch of thick grass where she would lay herself, simply relaxing ; enjoying the moment. good times where to be had, to be enjoyed, savoured, for there was no knowing when all could go terribly wrong.
water turned and flowed in the breeze ; a pool sat up ahead, and so rala would work her way towards it. birds sung and chirped and called within the trees. a peaceful melody. she would hum back to them, tail swaying as she water grew ever closer. when she stopped by the rim of the pool, she would dip her head down, craning a thickly furred neck and delighting in the coolness that almost stung her throat. how refreshing.
rala moved away from the snowmelt, now. turning to a patch of thick grass where she would lay herself, simply relaxing ; enjoying the moment. good times where to be had, to be enjoyed, savoured, for there was no knowing when all could go terribly wrong.
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