Bearclaw Valley extraordinarily pretty teeth, beauty lingers out of reach

 

for @Xan, let me know if you want this AW or private or joining or ?!?!?!

she continued following him long after the otter had been devoured.  she had intended on sticking around with him whether he wanted her company or not, until he got sick of her and chased her away, but lucky for her it seemed as if she was not unwelcome.  at least not yet.

with her, she carried the largest bone she could take from the creature she had no name for, and every time they paused she had stopped to gnaw at it, working away the marrow inside.

she knew he was leading her somewhere.  she did not know where but his path seemed deliberately cut, and the further they traveled the more the land smelled like him.

home?  maybe not for her, she didn't have a concept of the word home (at least not yet), but she at least recognized it as the place-he-came-from, the place we return to.

and with that realization, excitement bubbled up in her and she wagged, doing jack-knife circles around the trees in an affectionate gesture known as the zoomies, darting in and out of the nearby trees before stopping next to the still-stranger, whimpering happily and wagging back and forth.