Moonspear something blue

The dark Archer was swift to respond to the summons of her lover. Her other half, Argent, she knew would not be far behind. Ever since bedding with both a man and a woman, an exciting change stirred within her being. Elation. A sense of riding high on clouds. There was still yet time until she knew for sure if her body truly buzzed with something new.

Held in her jaws was a freshly skinned, fully intact beaver. She had been about to strip away the meat, to dry in the sun to enhance it's flavor. But that could wait. Perhaps the others gathered might appreciate a cut of the meat or even the chewy, fatty tail. 

She arrived with stormy eyes blinking in surprise. Landing first on the steely Glaukos and then Whip. New faces she was seeing for the first time. Chakliux did not go ignored either. A soft, sweet rumble for the three of them in greeting while she stood with Sialuk, depositing her gift nearby.