Blackfoot Forest faith ain't no privilege

the man ahead of her seemed to mumble something ; words that she could not quite pick up, and so she drew her brows together, silently confused. nanuralaaq drew closer - and a few seconds later he had shared his name, nimbus. about to share her own, the sound of a voice sounded from a few ways away, and she turned to pinpoint where it had come from. she moved away from nimbus and this stranger, now. were they together?

and who are you? the words spilt from dark lips, lilting as they echoed through the woods. she flicked her tail, then, looking between the men that stood before her. are you two together? arctic accent think on her words, wondering if it was time for her to take her leave. how quickly would it take for this to get dangerous? neither seemed particularly hostile, though perhaps it would be best for her to alert the valley that there seemed to be strangers gathering nearby. what are either of you doing here?

questions, questions.