Bearclaw Valley axe

The girls had pined for him, and she had as well- but for their sake, she hid it as much as she could. She felt restless, left like a hen on a clutch of eggs, though the girls were becoming so independent and reliable nowadays that they were given a bit more lease to roam. She wouldn't hover over them, but she nevertheless made sure that their small unit stuck close together. 

She scented Ancelin before she heard him, and bounded away from the water's edge with droplets splattering into the fur of her chest. She wasn't far from the valley's entrance when she caught sight of him, and approached with her coat bristled, ears flicked forward, and whiskers fanned; every fibre of her ached at the sight of him, and she moved to embrace him with little attention paid to the speed at which she approached. At the last moment, she skidded several feet on the loose snow, halting for a brief moment before she lunged into the space between them so she could press her chest against his.