Dawnlark Plains you're a poem of mystery,

what could have been a moment of pride quickly seemed to turn sour as she took a misstep with her words. she could see it, though ; churning within him, something that he did not fully control within himself. an irritation at the spoken words of the scent amongst his pelt, then a tightening jaw, something that seemed hinted at his past.

silence followed her, now, until he asked her of her name. nanuralaaq. that is my name, she answered. her name carried a weight, similar to his own. without ego, though not devoid of pride. she had earned a title, survived the harsh winters, and, known as the cub of the polar bear, she would forge her way through these lands with the intent of continuing her lineage. to keep her children safe. a mothers' only wish.

she would not offer the vulnerability of 'rala'. he had bestowed her with the title of 'star girl', and so that is what the dark-man would know her by. snowwoman would be a fool to look past the danger that this man carried, the threat that he sauntered with. raw strength, a shadow within his eyes that she would not dismiss. and although he lacked hostility in conversation, she had seen before how quickly things can worsen.

what the huntress would offer, though, was the names meaning.

i am called 'cub of polar bear', curious, searching for his opinion within gold eyes.