Dawnlark Plains From the scars on my arms

short replies from the injured woman. not only upon her leg, either, but as well as her limp ear - her single eye. rala had not noticed either at first, not until she had attempted to scratch at her leg, only to be met with ... a dark band, along with a buckle of silver. unknown to her. though what she knew was that it did not appear appreciated.

nanuralaaq, snowwoman answered, almost distracted, now, by what she did not know to be a 'collar'. she tilted her head, looking at it curiously, before asking: do you want it off? that ... thing? it surely did not look comfortable, polar-cub knew that much. how long would it be before it got snagged on something, and either choked the woman, calfuray, or snapped off on its' own accord?

what a strange little thing.