Northstar Vale Makriá

While they waited for her family to show up, she invited him into the warmth of their den. Arsenio followed her and perked his ears tall as she spoke of a man named Reyson who had gifted her a prized thing. The blue of his eyes fell on the pelt. He smiled, happy that she had been given something so soft from a beast that had knocked her on bedrest for the foreseeable future.

It is a fitting prize. I hope to learn how to keep the skins. I think that they will be valuable to us in the winter months, Arsenio voiced to her. He hoped that he might find someone who could show him how to maintain the hides of their prey animals. It pleased him to think of the dens lined in pelts.

Glancing toward the entrance, the Arche thought he heard a sound from outside. He hoped that he might meet Towhee’s young ones and her husband. He was intrigued to know who had won the woman’s heart, after all.