Duskfire Glacier Pushing Forward

"Hunger and desperation were likely the influence." She agreed. "But at least he won't go to waste." She said, referring to his death in providing a fine addition to the pelts and skins the pack had begun gathering. "It is nice to meet you too." She returned, hoping that this casual meet up with Rye, one of her pack mates, was the start of one of many stronger relationships. "A little under two moons. I met Wintersbane shortly after the impact that befell Moonspear. Seems we both discovered it around the same time."

She turned to go back to the task she had started, of skinning the fox. But she paused, long enough to spare him a welcoming glance. "Would you care to join me? I may not be as good as Imaq, but I could show you some of the basics of the craft. It is...delicate work. But enjoyable, oddly." She laughed a little at her own words, wondering how Rye would take to the proposal.