Bearclaw Valley for every life,

the image of the broad man flower-picking made her smile, thinking of his wide, strong paws or his fangs trying to pluck the pants at their stems. a breathy laugh left her lips. i will take you up on the pelts, her voice came with a sense of finality, as if silently saying that the flower-work could be left up to her and her smaller frame.

he moved, then, further away from her den than rala truly wanted. but she would follow nonetheless, approving his selection with a firm nod of her head. comfortable, she smiled, testing her movement between the boulders that would soon protect his place of rest. with her on one side, and him on the other, she used pale paws to scoop the dirt away, claws digging into the earth and the remains being left beside the boulders.

how big do you want it? she asked while digging, eyes ever focused on the task at hand, jaw tightened ; brows furrowed. a face she made while she worked. her snow-kissed tail flicked and swayed behind her, the only part of her body that was not completely still, asides from her still-digging, similarly snow-touched paws.