Otatso Wetlands mud masks

just the two of us reference LOL

snowwoman would listen with silent intrigue as irene spoke of a man that smelt of pine and forest, whom she met on the edge of the mountains ; a man that passed wisdom - that every wolf was chasing something, and the huntress let such a concept settle within her, upon her shoulders for a moment, digesting it, before arriving at agreement.

you have much time to search, the woman said with a nod of her head, tail flicking, as if a forewarning of the wisdom that was to come. thoughtful expression took over her features for a moment, before she spoke: i was once told, by grandmother, 'piujut saqqiqattaqtut taikkununga utaqqijunut'. in, ah, common tongue, it means 'good things come for those who wait', but she was not done yet. instead, she took a breath.

next day, she told me, '...kisiani taikkununga utaqqiluanngittunut', or, '...but not for those who wait too late', tilting her head, now, nanuralaaq surveyed the expression of the other woman, hoping that her words would sink in, take affect. although they, technically, were not her words, but the words of nuvuja, advisor to the oxhunters.

a sigh. what i am trying to say is... do not rush, but, do not let the world pass you by ; take hold. many plentiful opportunities for a wolf like you, irene, and so she would stand, giving a gentle wave of her tail, as if preparing for a goodbye - and she was. disheartened, although he wanted to stay on her toes. continue moving.

you make mess, tracker-girl, a laugh, light and lilting, melodic in all of its beauty left her maw, as if it was her final parting gift to the oaken woman before her. but your conversations are good, and your heart is beautiful. a genuine smile, too.

a shame that all things had to end.

feel free to fade with your next post <3