Chimera Fields Tongues and teeth

Pangur shot her head around to a familiar rumbling on the wind, the figure of Harkonungr accompanying it, strutting out of the woods and casting his shadow onto the open ground. She greeted him with a light smile, and inched over to make space for him to sniff at the very same tracks she'd been examining.

Oh yes—It is easier with two, no? Let us kill the elk together. Pangur exclaimed, cheery despite her chosen words. Quickly, she would bring herself up onto straightened legs, and pace a moment, looking out on the horizon, where the tracks only grew in number. The elk must have travelled here to graze on what grass could still be reached from beneath the snow. Lucky for Forneskja, to border an area that called to all sorts of prey, even in the dead of winter. There is many, we will have to be careful when we move to separate a weak one. She said firmly, tail swishing against the back of her legs.