Whitebark Stream mulberry

she tilted her head, her smile lingering as ridgeback spoke. his honesty, paired with the humor that seemed so natural to him, was something she found refreshing. he didn’t shy away from sharing, even if it veered into unexpected territory.

ah, yes, she said, her tone light, a touch of amusement coloring her voice. he is proud to be funny! she gestured toward the distant caribou herd with a subtle flick of her muzzle. it is what we have, and it keeps us strong. her gaze returned to him, thoughtful. mutton, though? i have not tried it. perhaps one day, i will.

she paused, her eyes narrowing slightly in mock seriousness. not yet. i suppose it is different when you’ve hunted it yourself. a soft chuckle escaped her, and she returned her focus to the task at hand, but her curiosity about the wolfdog lingered in her expression. ridgeback had a way of making even the mundane feel animated.