The smell of viscera had drawn her close enough. Seeing it from afar holds her stare.
The death did not unnerve Kanuk; it was natural to see men fight and destroy one-another. She held herself back because the scent of sivullik had led her here.
And there beyond the mess, a man.
She chuffs. Paces. Keeps her posture low.
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »
Messages In This Thread
II - by Mountain Boulder - January 16, 2022, 03:09 PM
RE: II - by Kanuk - January 16, 2022, 06:22 PM
RE: II - by Mountain Boulder - January 18, 2022, 10:31 PM
RE: II - by Mountain Boulder - January 19, 2022, 06:30 PM
RE: II - by Mountain Boulder - January 26, 2022, 05:33 PM