Wapun Meadow absənt

tosses her at u

it was one of those days.
athalia's body grew before her mind did. the meals provided to her by the bearwolves proved much more filling than the scrap she had been used to before them. sharp, gaunt limbs sprouted from her torso, and by now the bruinchild looked more spiderling than wolf.
with this growth came independence, in a way. she never strayed too far from the valley, but at times the urge overtook her to creep through the gateway and into the place where sunlight could find her. it was wet and yet crunchy; snow clung halfway up her legs, and she often stared at the drifts in search of unique footprints.

it was quiet. too quiet, until a boyish shriek pierced her eardrums: KATLA!

and in the distance, she saw him.

fascination drove the bruingirl onward. she pauses abruptly, her trot coming to a sudden stop, and in the glint of afternoon haze she can see the gunpowder hairs that line his bony cheeks, the apple-green eyes. he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. he'd look even better upon a mantle.
quietly, sharply, athalia approaches with a low-hanging head and softly bent ears, tongue running along her bottom lip. hello!