Bearclaw Valley faded from the winter.

for @Athella !! <3

at times, huntress was only a mere woman, and she, too, needed rest.

her arrival to the valley came with a bloodied maw and a hare hanging from her jaws. though she planned to take it for herself, nanuralaaq would not be upset, should someone request her catch. snow-kissed figure travelled through the valley as the sun began to dip, the sky turning navy, orange, gold. clouds begun to roll in from the east ; it was very likely that the wolves of bearclaw valley would wake up to a fresh sheet of snow.

up ahead, though, with a small dot of fur upon the horizon, rala changed her course. it was a qimmiq, no doubt. and, from the size, the snowwoman estimated that it (she?) was probably half a year old. one of ameline's and ancelin's. as she drew closer, she distinguished that the pup was, in fact, a girl, dropped down the rabbit and said: hello, there, her tongue accented in an arctic manner. would you care for something to eat? tail swaying behind her as she nodded towards the hare, almost maternal.

So sorry for the delay on this one!

After a long day of combing through her valley home, checking that everything was as it should be, Athella was understandably tired at the end of the day. She was taking a breather here out in the open before heading back to the shelter of the tree line. As a dark chocolate and gold ringed figure balled in the snow, she stood out like a sore thumb. With her ears slanted back slightly and her eyes lightly closed, the Regina's doppelganger looked peaceful.

The gentle crunch of snow being disturbed underfoot stirred her. Slowly, she lifted her head. Her eyes clear of the bleary fog of sleep. No, Athella had only been dozing. The scent of blood, rabbit and her packmate got her nose going. Rather than go straight for the offering, she blinked up at the older, winter colored female. "Oh, hi." She rose up in long stretch.

"Um sure...thanks." She sniffed at the hare, pausing. "It is yours. How 'bout we split it?" She didn't wait, grabbing onto one end, tossing the other back to Rala so they could begin a mini tug o war.