Moonspear half-mother

cameo!

She dwelled within the foothills, and often made her path along the borders as she sought to hunt. The mountain loomed above, and as frost came upon the lands at night, so too did the blanket of white grow at the top of the mountain. She shuddered at the anticipation of feeling winter at this altitude, but it was a reality she would have to face- and soon. 

Her attitude brightened when she came across a familiar scent that had come across the border, and still remained fresh. Along with it was a bouquet of other scents, and a small, reddish feather that had fallen from the pheasant on the journey. The seal hunter had not come empty-handed, nor had he come alone. With him was the scent of a woman, one who smelled of the coast as well, her scent nearly masked by her husband's own musk. This, she presumed, was Tullik; the time had come for her to officially depart. 

Simbelmyne did not follow their trail, having not been summoned...But she remained in the area, wishing there were still berries left to find and eat. If there was a chance she could have their paths cross on their way out...She would take it.