The Bracken Woods fresher and cleaner

Nigaq's suspicions were affirmed by her creamsicle companion. She stopped preening herself and slowly fell into submission, wary of how the other might react. If things took a turn, she was beyond capable of defending herself, but avoiding a violent encounter was her top priority.

Apologies, she said, I didn't know if this was a new claim or a recently abandoned one. The difference was negligible, as far as Nigaq was concerned. She stood and shook the snow from her fur, hoping the Uriel would not mind her sudden rise.