Wapun Meadow A bed of flowers, a good place for a nap

Taktuq spotted the stranger before she spotted her — or so it seemed. The Modir peeked out with hazel eyes from behind the wild grasses, nose working to work out any scent she carried, beyond those watering smells of rabbit and herbs.

But she came up with nothing, and Taktuq wondered if she might be a new recruit of Swiftcurrent Creek. She had at first mistaken her for that girl, Jasmine, until she had noticed she carried herself quite differently than the dark little ranger.

Taktuq rose and neared the girl with lighted step. Though her belly continued to grow with the promise of Kvarsheim’s new life, it didn’t yet get in the way of hunting or much of life at all, despite being noticeable, even to her.

There are hares in the fields beyond, she hushed her voice to the stranger, an invitation in her quiet words and the glisten in her eyes, care to help flush them out?