Fox's Glade the very flower you chose that day

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tiqiak wanders through the meadow, her paws pressing softly into the damp earth. the air is cool, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers and distant rain, but the weight of her travels lingers heavy in her bones.

her tired eyes scan the horizon, searching for any sign of what she seeks. in her mouth, she carries a small bundle of dried muskox, carefully wrapped in soft sheepskin, a gift for her sister, whenever their paths cross again. each step brings her closer, the trail growing shorter with each passing day.

soon, she hopes, she will find @Rala. her heart, weary yet resolute, carries the quiet ache of longing, but also the steady warmth of hope.

*hoards your characters in my dungeon*

Lo! A distraction before the fated return to his waiting companion.

A summer-coated figure loomed ahead, and Winter’s Wake was not shy in his approach.

He made sure not to sneak, lest he startle the stranger, letting his darklit eyes nakedly trace the feminine figure before landing on the bundle she carried. He looked into her face and tilted his head.

Ave, stranger, he said, his voice the slow pour of liquid gold. It is rare to sight a wolf who carries the skin of prey. Are you a Lanzadoii?

tehehe

tiqiak halts, her amber eyes lifting to meet the voice that rolls toward her like molten metal. she takes in the summer-coated figure, his presence large, and feels the subtle tension of being observed so openly. the bundle of dried muskox shifts in her jaws before she gently sets it down.

"i am no lanzadoii," she says, "i am of the muskox grounds. the bundle is not for trade, if that is your thought."