Northstar Vale like steps in a dance

OOC:After her conversation with Anemone The warmth within the den, as she observed, was somewhat lacking. The late chill of winter crept through the hollow of the den imparting its greeting of the dawn by seep into the tired bones. Each breath, a lure to rouse the slumbering creature from her needed rest before the day began. Each breath, coolly felt, as a reminder that she would wake to the dark recesses of the keep alone. To awaken in the dark was not unnatural, for as pups they were born in the dark and dwelled within it til they had the strength to open and see the stunning light of the world. She felt a pup again, straining against the light yet unseen but felt through determined rays, coaxing the heavy lids to part and receive the world with umber and gold. But where was her companion? Her eyes still closed, she knew him to not be there. Gingerly she inched her muzzle across the ground finding the place near her once warm was going colder in his absence. He had not been gone for long, but long enough to make an impression and stir her further. However reluctant she felt to uncurl and embrace the cold, she did so to prepare for perhaps a wander through the territory. Toning crème stalks unfurled in her rise, spreading long limbs and tough digits to grasp for the air then retract across the around. The knots of sleep were pulled and stretched free as her jaws gaped with the yawn of her rise. Then she inhaled the scent of blood. The low rumble of her companion pulled her ears forward and raised her spirits, her tired lips curled with a gentle smile hardly seen within the shadows of their den, but heard by the song in her voice. She whined softly in turn then padded toward the entrance to greet her superior. For a moment the hare at his feet went ignored as she gave favor to the hunter instead of his prey. She graced his blind eye with muzzle extended, nudging the scarred flesh with care then left a peck on his cheek. Her head lowered respectfully as she skirted along his weathered visage to his muzzle and licked the fine hairs of his chin in greeting.