Qeya River Happy as a lark

this looked lonely! <3

despite thoughts of all sorts heavy on kivaluk's mind; the young stalwart of natigvik had taken a break from his patrol to try his paw at hunting. his catch was nothing very impressive but the fact remains that he had caught the plump squirrel all by himself; with some struggle.

in the end, kivaluk's determination had won out and he had caught up with and caught his quarry.

despite the soft ache in his jaw of carrying his prize, he searches tirelessly for a good place to bury it. to start his own food cache so he can keep an eye on how well he's done. a pride thing; surely.

it's on this search that he unintentionally stumbles across amalia's scent — a bit perplexed that he had allowed himself to wander so close to the borders unintentionally. mmfh, a verbal struggle. `alia! he crows in greeting 'round the squirrel he refuses to let go with something that lingers more upon an instinctive sort of possessiveness.

`ook! he shows her his prize — still clamped tightly betwixt his jaws and wet with drool — proudly; frostbound gaze furiously studying for her reaction.