Ocean's Breath Plateau rosmarus

tearing the hide off of a creature was not hard for sulukinak. it had been a rare occasion but a celebratory one when her family had found seals, half-eaten already, and she would have to find a way to draw out the value of those carcasses; as whip-thin as she was, the flesh she held upon her figure was corded muscle that hid a certain kind of strength. in this case, she was appropriately suited for the work.

the strips of meat lined the grass. when the work was mostly done (granted there would be days and days worth of cutting for the others of moontide, if they found the carcass) sulukinak eased off, settling back on her haunches, and breathed deeply. the taste of blood was everything in this moment; she did not smell the salt of the ocean, she did not taste the musk of the caribou's hide. blood, and only blood.

when this moment passed, she moved to gather the meat and carry as much as she could.

she looked to cen for direction now; he had proven himself capable as a leader to her, or at least as some form of parental figure (an uncle her mind repeated), so if he told her where to go she would listen.