Bearclaw Valley That I'm not the carefullest of girls

when the regina commanded it, rala snapped her jaw shut, relieved that, for now, it seemed that their quarrel was over. ameline turned her questions to cole, and so snowwoman could only stare with furrow brows at at the woman who was pinned on the ground ; calfuray. what was she doing here? and why, as soon as nanuralaaq had told her of her pack affiliation, did she find herself getting into fights?

cole glanced towards the polar-cub, then. i am not--just look at her, eyeless, tailless, a weak leg from the wolverine attack, rala saighed. i am not saying they are my lands, i know i have no right to ask of you to protect her, she turned to ameline, then. a momentary loss for words, but no matter what, nanuralaaq would always give the truth. a breath was drawn before she spoke: before i came to bearclaw valley i helped in mending her wounds. cole, i do not know why she attacked you, but i can promise you that it was not out of malice, she looked down at calfuray, frowning.

that is a woman who survives on instinct, and instinct alone, she breathed. you do not have to let her go, just ... please do not hurt her any further, and that was all the pale woman would have to say, glancing at the regina with a plea within her eyes.