Duskfire Glacier Just a little rush, babe.

Tunerk was permitted to follow for this hunt, and she did so eagerly. Though she could not participate, she had been told in a stern voice, she could watch this time. Her interest in hunting was something she may have inherited from her own mother, who she very clearly adored. As they made their way to the hunt, Tunerk assaulted her with such an emotion, nipping and licking her chin, and when Shivali would not have it anymore, she found her atsa and harassed her in the same way.

She returned to her mothers side as the group came to a stop. Sensing her nervous excitement, but not knowing it for what it was, the cub mimicked her, though her own excitement was a bit more grand in comparison—her tail would likely wack against anyone close to her. It was something she could scarcely contain, though other than the steady beat of her plume Tunerk did well in keeping her composure. Up until she caught sight of an elk, that was.

A whistle-whine came past her lips, and she shifted her weight in a manner that revealed her antsy attitude. They were massive, and though she wanted to help she knew she could not today. Her eyes shifted to her mother and she asked in a quiet voice: What are they? Tunerk had been taught of their prey, though still would not know an elk from a moose if she saw one, given her lack of being exposed to them. The pack had done well in protecting the young from what their curiosity could get them into.