Bearclaw Valley little black book

These days Milan never seemed to cease movement. She was always out and about, walking with a pep in her step and hopping through the snow as she worked through the tasks she had set for herself that day.

Rabbit pelts gripped in her gentle muzzle, she passed through in the direction of Cole's den when a streak of ebony and honey-blonde fur ran by. Head quick to turn, she recognised the fast-moving figure to be one of Ameline's daughters.

Interest painting her sapphire gaze, she followed at a trot. She was curious of where this may go.