Moonspear a hunt

Elke smiles faintly to her cousin's first sentence, thinking of her father and their once home high upon the peaks of Nova. The northern girl was not even a year old and already she had held three homes. Soon, a fourth, if the bones were to be true.

They were both named in regards to the rain, as Sialuk explained to her. It caused her coal brushed tail to thump upon the cool earth and a pleasured rumble from parted, now bloodied white lips. There she said no more, content to spend these moments in some silent comfort with her cousin.

So long as Sialuk would allow it, Elke would visit and rest here often. She would carve paths in the foothills as she both worked for her pack and searched for her family. She would take it easy and wait for the next sign to come that would let her know she should move on.

Elke just didnt know just how big and terrible that sign would be...