Wapun Meadow forgo the parable

ameline had joined her in this ... uncomfortable standoff, and a flood of relief washed over the smaller woman. nanuralaaq did not like the tone that this stranger carried, calling her interesting, regina, a title only fit for the woman beside her now. my regina is right, she said, now, as ameline's words hung heavy in the air. you leave, now, a pale nosebridge wrinkled, teeth flashing in a display of threat.

snowwoman would not attack just yet, not until he returned the hostility that was visible in her body, in every vein and every muscle. nanuralaaq's tail would flick against ameline, then, in what was both reassurance and a note to stay on alert, for a loner slinking around a meadow that was quite clearly a claimed hunting ground was a man that may not fear anything at all ; and that would make things much more difficult.

another growl spilt from her dark lips. leave, while you can still walk.