Duskfire Glacier I no longer recognize your face.

Tunerk was dissapointed when her efforts yielded no prize - causing the tundrian to suppress an amused smile. "To make something," she explained in soft tones. "I will bury some seeds in the dirt and in a few weeks, plants will be growing here," the spearwife lowered her nose to the soil, where nothing flourished. She would make something beautiful with this dirt.

When her bow seemed to distract Tunerk from her disappointment, Anaktok grinned - smacking the ground with a forepaw as the child charged her. She lowered to the ground, so that she was closer to the pup's level, her head tipped back as Tunerk nipped her. Her lips were peeled back, her jaws open in mock attack as she pretended to defend herself against the ferocity of the young girl's assault.