Bearclaw Valley rites of passage

snagging this , muahaha

edit ; note to grim that you can still jump in at any time! <3

the woman, a stranger, cloaked in shadow and yet kissed by flames and snow, was headed towards the borders of which nanuralaaq's pale paws carried her over. her jaw, bloodied, thick with a similarly pale snowshoe hare, moved to the right of her as her movement came to a halt. though they were packmates, the claw had yet to meet the guard, and so she would move to share a meal as well as conversation.

the huntress would be denying her keen senses should she lie and say that storm-clouds' scent was not thick as she approached. him, as well as the faint sweetness of a moment that had passed. and though something within her stomach churned, the polar cub found herself somewhat delighted - if somewhat crudely so - to know that tvar and the woman she now approached had exchanged pleasures, for it did well to alleviate whatever guilt may still rest heavily upon her shoulders (though, still, she avoided the man).

unaware of her lack of both speech and audio, a soft hello, left her lips, silent paws and a pelt that practically blended into the winters surroundings perhaps making it seem that she was to sneak up upon her packmate. rala would do what she could to meet the eyes of the stranger, before dropping the hare in front of her and saying: would you like it? i am not too hungry, with a friendly tilt of her head ...

... and quite the curious gaze.