Duskfire Glacier autumns hunt

Her brothers counterpart cawed from above, alerting him of her presence. She had not been trying to hide in any case, and so when he turned to see her, she reacted in kind. It seemed her nose had guided her properly, and she was pleased by both this and her brothers presence in equal measure. Her long-legged strides enabled her to close the distance between them swiftly, and Tunerk nosed his thick-furred shoulder.

She responded to his inquiry without missing a beat: Yes, came her shameless answer. One day I will catch him. But for you, I won't hurt him, she comforted, tail still swaying. She knew her brother was fond of the raven, and it would not come to harm from her fang. Her deep blue eyes shifted from him to the landscape as a frigid breeze came. Have you caught anything, yet? Her lack of success disappointed her greatly. She had an ambition to be as great as a hunter as their mother, and as of late had been practicing to better herself.