Lost Creek Hollow of the men

everything — marriage and cubs — weighs heavily on her mind; heavier than anything else. it is best, she thinks, that she spends this time consumed by instinct and seething desires beneath her skin away from rivenwood. especially as it visibly distracts her from her duties as second graf. a rush of shame floods her; heating her from neck to cheeks as she considers that she'd just gotten the promotion and now she was off to find potential partners to sire her cubs.

it is this internal affirmation that keeps praimfaya upon her path.

at the sound of the friendly chuff, praimfaya's steps pause and she peers over her shoulder; surprise lighting her visage as her frostbound gaze falls upon kigipigak. she supposes she had not expected to see him wandering about — though the wolves of rivenwood were far from chained to the territory ( evidenced by her own wandering ). kigipigak. the commander greets. what brings you out this way? she inquires in an attempt to invite conversation.