Bearclaw Valley saw death on a sunny snow

for @Tvar !! set after this thread

me and tvar, cole had said, and so now the polar-cub found herself tracking down another blood scent, one that, this time, she believed belonged to the storm cloud. tvar? she called, hoping to pin-point the man. though, when she turned her head to scan her sights, a swath of dark fur sat only a few ways away. still, he was returning to the valley, and nanuralaaq was here to intercept. to help.

she approached him, now, instructing him to lay with a flick of her tail. coyotes got you, too? the woman teased, shaking her head in faux disappointment. she would move to side near his wounds, already gathering the soft, top-layer of snow. there was a skirmish ; cole told me. how are you feeling? he had dry blood upon his pelt, too, and so she would begin to work the snow into his pelt. gentle paws moving within his fur.