Ouroboros Spine Qallupilluit

Moonglow came with many new scents, and Skeetch was kept thoroughly busy tracking both the resident prey animals and her packmates, though she left trails when they became hot enough to create a greeting. She was too busy hyperfixating on smelling all the smells, before she had to rein herself in and be social again. Being social wasn't a trial, and she wasn't an introvert by any means- but she had particular times for particular habits, and she'd cross the boundary from hobby/interest to social when she felt like it. 

Fortunately for her, sometimes things worked out differently. And while she intended to simply spend the day thoroughly investigating the area near Kukutux's Ulaq she snapped to attention when the scent of blood caught her notice. She was drawn closer, lured, and eventually caught sight of a blonde packmate approaching from the distance. In her mouth dangled limp, white-furred rabbits. Skeetch watched the stranger come into view, assessing her scent. It was one she'd crossed already, making her a packmate. Young, feminine, communal- a sociable creature, she estimated. Not one who lingered on the outskirts. 

She flicked her tongue over her lips, and watched the stranger with amicable curiosity in her mismatched gaze, waving her tail. Like a beggar, she hoped for an offering of food- or in the very least, the chance to exchange scents, and become familiar with one another.