Wapun Meadow seek the light,

he was quick to take the reins, to lead her along the meadow, following the scent and allowing her to simply remain by his side ; and so she would, keeping very little space between them, nanuralaaq would ensure that her plush white pelt would mingle against his every step of the way. she would say they were 'shoulder-to-shoulder', had their sizes been less varied. for a moment, she peered up to oaken eyes, but did not say a word.

it was up ahead that a buck stood grazing, seemingly having pushed aside whatever snows may have gotten in his way so that he may pick at the grasses and the flowers that laid underneath winters carpet. and again, she would look towards the man besides her, this time meeting a gaze that was filled to the brim with affection, and she could not help her eyes creasing with a smile in response. always, she answered. i am known as huntress for a reason, a mischievous tone, raised brows and a twinkling humour.

and his movements are swifts, spooking the buck into dashing away, though dolce did not slow, nor tear away from the hunt, and so snowwoman was quick to follow, tail lashing behind her as she did. for now, they would simply wear the ungulate down. soon, then, she would sink her teeth into flavoursome flesh, and she would share a meal with the man who she hoped to soon, one day, become her uinga. protector. hunter.

caretaker, she hoped. for she wished to have many children..!

but she blinked the thought away, returning to the hunt.