Deepwood Weald Life is ours, we live it our way.

He was willing to join her and arrived at her flank; she eyed him, challenge in the glimmer of a yellow iris. If he helped her find the mink and succeed in claiming its life, she would of course let him to have the hide - but not so easily. Ciri was keen to keep him guessing. Perhaps I will allow this, she barked playfully, enjoying the sound of their paws move together on frozen snow. Perhaps I will not.

Ciri lashed her tail, excited to gain a hunting partner. Despite her frustration when he shared of his vibrant love life, she did not dislike Chakliux. It'd been a great disappointment to her that he could not meet her expectations, and as they moved she could not help but wonder if he shared in that regret. I wish to share its meat with the Moonwoman, she offered, certain that the seal-hunter had surely learned of village Moonsong's misfortune.