Moonsong Glacier And have been cold a long time

When the confirmation of triumph came to her ear, she skidded to a stop and turned, traipsing back to him. 

She sniffed the red beast, a content smile forming. Well caught, Dutch. 

After a moment of careful observation, and a few more sniffs, she nodded slowly, as if answering a question in her own mind. I will take it to my sitik. When the pelt is stripped, I will return what meat there is beneath it. 

And with that, she collected the bushy tail in her mouth and gave it a tug, chuffing beneath the mouthful when she was sure she could handle the weight dragging behind her.