Dawnlark Plains cold nostalgia chills me to the bone

a shake rattled the girls body, and so rala's browbone shot upwards for a moment, before drawing together in a face of weariness. though she would not question, she wondered what sort of thoughts had been coursing through yuralria's head to have her expel them in such a manner. nonetheless, pale maw remained shut, until she was asked a question.

nanuralaaq - yes, it is easier. less, ah, syllables, came the snowwoman's smile, common thick and accented on her tongue when she spoke it. she returned such a toothy grin, before returning her gaze forwards. spotting the movement just as her now-friend had, she flicked her tail against yuralria's rump in excitement, and also a command of silence. we be careful, came a hushed tone. injured can still mean dangerous.

they approached, now, and nanuralaaq's snowkissed tail flagged high above her rump, trying to scar the ungulate into fleeing. for, if they could spook him into running, he would tire himself out, and fall - especially with such a wound. rala circled it, now, a growl spilling from her dark lips, tail waving behind her. she looked to her hunting partner, who she hoped to be doing the same ; making an attempt to scare it into flight.

the chase would be easy - simple. he would not last long.

but it was dancing ones' hunt, and so, she would be patient.