Wapun Meadow this is our celebration

though she was a huntress, snowwoman did not always seek the kill.

sometimes, a venture to see the grazing does, the product of a simpler life, was needed to relax, to put things into perspective. thoughts lingered within her mind as she walked, beating like a drum, like the heart within her chest. echoing, dancing around her skull with the image of two men, a choice she had yet to make. a choice she felt that she may not have the ability to make. not when it meant hurting one of them. a friend.

a low breath rolled from black lips as a silent approach was made, careful paws precise as to not disturb the snow too heavily, not to let it crunch beneath her steps and alert the ungulates up ahead. she had hunted one of this species only a few days ago, with @Tvar. the thought of the storm cloud, already etched into her mind, did little to calm her. sunlight, @Dolce, still filtered through the cracks, perhaps overpowering the image.

a scent brought nanuralaaq's attention. a girl of a nearby pack. a huff was given, both a warning and an alert. while the meadow was considered bearclaw valley's hunting grounds, she would not injure no girl, especially not that of a nearby pack. hello? came a quiet voice, calling for a response from the stranger within the grass.