Wapun Meadow in the way you're walking,

tell me where you want me, snowbird. and the words caught her off guard. sure, she may have kept moving, but her eyes widened, and something within her chest stirred. something primal, in a sense, and yet she pushed it aside, focusing on the deer ahead of them. i take the rightwing, she said, words low, muzzle moving by the mans ear as to not alert the deer. you will take the left, a command, and yet it was soft-spoken.

we must scare it to run, follow until it tires from snow, they were approaching, now, and the hooved creature stamped at the ground, turning to face them with the beady, black eyes of a prey-animal. we take it down, then. together, and that was the last thing she would say for the rest of the hunt, giving one last movement of her tail, flicking across tvar's flank, before she would move away from him.

nanuralaaq assumed her position, watching as tvar did the same. a growl was given, directing the deers attention to her, before she would move closer. slinking. stalking. another growl rumbled from her throat, still, somehow, melodic, in a way. never was she her truest self - she hid very little, and what she did, she would only reveal to those she truly loved. easily spooked, now, the ungulate began to run, rala alongside it.

her tail flagged, a signal for tvar to hold back. let it tire. let it fall.

they would take it down. together.