Silver Moraine too weak, 2 weeks

augur saw all that had become more.

her body was shifting in the way he had seen of red woman, and shadow man's songbird. she was with child. augur growled gently and whined a low note of affection, pale grey tail working furiously behind his hips, eyes slitted, ears peeled back in a sheer show of delight.

eventually augur moved his attention to the things she carried. they held the scent of a strange wolf, a female. her pack-scent was unknown, save for the vestiges of the scarred white hunter he had met beside the tangle.

but the fragrance was good. his belly rumbled; he mouthed the skins. was this to eat? augur let go of it, for the thing belonged to new snow. she would share if she wished, as they shared all things between them.

he was hungry and restless. augur wanted something new to pursue. he looked skyward at a circle of ravens signaling another source of meat. the man brushed his shoulder against the white wolf and glanced her direction. he set off at an easy clip, tongue lolling with the pleasant ease of their tracking.