Bearclaw Valley so close to what

nephele worked at a hare she caught, plucking fur from skin until the hide was ready to be dried. she fixed it atop a stone to bake in the sun before reaching to preen through zephyra's fur. but the girl was up and marching away before the mother could ever reach her.

nephele watched as her daughter burst through the foliage and off to the distance. her stomach churned as she fought the protective urge to chase after the girl, to watch from a distance, to ensure her safety.

the stormcloud woman turned away, moving off in some odd direction to distract herself from her own thoughts. here she caught the scent of @Cole, and hastily moved to find the man.