Duskfire Glacier Fickle Cycle

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A savory piece of sinew went down like butter as Tuwawi licked her chops, engrossed by the meal. However, a faint call from a few lengths away grabbed her attention. 'Good morning,' the voice said, to which the alpha's saffron crown popped up from the carrion. "And to you," she replied, ready to return to supping. Yet, as Danica's figure turned away to continue on her route, Tuwawi couldn't be helped but feel the need to check in with her closest member.

"Danica!" she called after the golden woman, jogging to catch up with her. "How are you? We had a good hunt, eh?" It was promising that the maiden pack could work together so well, though the familial ties between each member had yet to solidify.