Bearclaw Valley Into the woods

There were few people in Nunataq's circle of acquaintances that were allowed to be in a close physical proximity to her. Indra being one and up until recently - Merrick being the other. The rest were barely tolerated and only so much as it was necessary for greeting rituals and showing submission to superiors, when it was necessary.

It came as a surprise to her that she did not mind her albino friend sitting right next to her, the stone throne being too small for them to sit far apart, their furs touching. She gave Arlette a quizzical glance, wondering, what made her the exception of the rule, but then in a manner of a person, who accepts things as they are, without delving too much in details, rested the question there.

She turned an ear, when her friend said something, but did not reply, observing the scenery around them instead. It was beautiful and in part because they could regard it from an elevation. Imagine that they owned this place just because they were able to look at it from above. In a spur of a moment, Nunataq tipped her head back and let out a long, melodic howl. Arlette may never hear Nuna speak, but singing was a whole different matter.