Bearclaw Valley tamerlane

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she is joined first by Vesta, and she gives a brusque nod to the woman. well ahead of them, the pale form of her aunt surges after the elk, and Aventus, too, joined the chase ahead. her father, though, draws near. there is something in his gaze that she can't quite parse; she meets it for a long moment, then returns her attention to the hunt.

with a flick of her tail, a motion with her muzzle, she urges them all forward to join the pursuers up ahead. Ashlar. . .she smells the young man; where is he? no matter.

at a swift trot, Avicus finally sees her mother, who draws close to the bull. her deft movements seek to confuse, overwhelm, and the red girl's tongue falls from her mouth, lolling. mindful of the flailing hooves, she brings herself parallel with the elk's flank, then darts inward, aiming a nip at the tender flesh where belly meets haunch.

before them, the snow is deep. if they continue in this direction, the bull will have no chance.