Dawnlark Plains cold nostalgia chills me to the bone

In the brief moment of silence that followed her investigation, Yura's ears pricked to catch the faint crunch of pawsteps in the snow. Was she being followed? Hackles raised, the girl spared a glance over her shoulder to see a pale figure approaching at a steady pace.

If Yuralria hadn't been so far from home, she could have almost mistaken the strange woman for Kukutux were it not for the subtle grey shades that this one possessed. And her eyes; they were honey not jade. Bristling warily, the Nuiruk girl spun to face her shadow, a grumpy look plastered on her face.

"This is my hunt, y'know. And I'm not exactly in the mood to share." Vairë would be brought most of the meat once it was dried - and her sisters too if they were around. A caribou was no different to a deer, right?