Dawnlark Plains cold nostalgia chills me to the bone

she had been spotted, and it seemed that her presence was less than appreciated. it was not as if snowwoman did not understand why, though - from the others point of view, it could easily appear that she was making an attempt to steal this hunt, or to sneak up on a stranger. although, she had been following the scent long before another wolf came into the picture. tail waved horizontally from its base, neither high nor low.

neither dominant nor submissive. she spoke, lilting and melodic: i do not take, her approach was careful, now. prints shallow underfoot due to light, precise steps. expression held a gentle, almost reassuring gaze, although the way in which she drew her muscles, her limbs, foretold a hunters' experience. i help you hunt caribou. you decide, when hunt is over, if you wish to share. and i respect your choice.

two hunt better than one, she was close enough, now, to assess the woman, or more-so, girl, before her. young, she was. much younger than nanuralaaq, and yet it seemed that she would grow to be just the slightest bit taller than the snowwoman. for a moment, a wave of concern washed over her. this girl could not be any older than a year - where were her parents? her caretakers? though such questions would go unasked...

...for now. you allow me? to help?