Silver Moraine too weak, 2 weeks

augur tasted the fat and the berries. they were good together. he licked the surface clean of grease and looked around for more, rooting like a grey bear among the odd things that new snow had gotten. his yellow eyes watched with interest as she took up the skins.

the hunter's tail began to sway. his gaze sharpened. his tongue lolled; he was enticed, and watched the flying hairs of the pelt drift in the breeze. all of a sudden, he lunged for it then.

but augur did not grab the fur. he only clacked his teeth against the fibres of it and then danced backward. he circled and came back again, encouraging new snow to hold it away from him for a while longer.

he was delighted. it showed in all of him.