Bearclaw Valley In this world, it's just us

blood-scent was not something a huntress such as nanuralaaq would miss.

she had risen, now, searching for what brought the smell. polar-cub with her firm steps, lacking their usual grace as she hurried. it was a foul mix of wolf and coyote, of which she gathered to be the result of a recent fight - her steps grew quicker.

it was a swath of oaken fur ; the very man that had recruited her. cole! the snowwoman heightened her voice, her tail waving behind her as to catch his attention as she drew closer towards him. once in speaking-range, she would say: what has happened? and her gaze scanned over him in the same manner as a worried hen.

assessing the wounds were not too serious, she settled, but although she wished to treat him, he would need a bath first ; the dried blood upon his fur was not hygienic in the slightest, and who knew what kind of illnesses those coyotes may have had?