Wapun Meadow Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight

On swift legs, she heeded the Regina's call. A call to hunt. To feast. The gold ringed daughter slipped through the compact, freshly fallen snow. Clumping to her legs, hips and haunches. She was unbothered. Only focused, as always.

The thick, musky scent of the beasts roaming in the meadow enticed her curiosity. She had never seen the likes of Bison before. Now, as she made her appearance like a trickle of ink against pure parchment, there they were. Her eyes locked on the distant, hulking figures.

Ever the picture of tightly coiled intensity, Athella snaked forward, head already low in a predatory arch. She licked her lips, not without restraint. Here she would wait until Bearclaw had gathered. Only when her mother spoke and with permission, would she act as deemed fit. For now, she settled close with an affectionate graze of teeth upon her Regina's jaw, relishing in the unity this hunt would bring.