Blackfoot Forest faith ain't no privilege

i belong here, came easy words, though she was not so certain. they seemed far too close to the valley, though nanuralaaq supposed that kvarsheim had been close, too ... but the man before her did not smell of pack ; he wore another upon his pelt, the smell of a woman, but it seemed that, otherwise, he and she were alone, asides from those who now intruded upon the forest - herself, and the man she now knew as 'nimbus'.

weary little thing, anxious like a rabbit for reasons unknown to her. winters wake, she echoed, giving a nod of her head and an attempt to straighten her posture. and it seemed that neither wake nor nimbus knew of one another, and so rala relaxed, instead adopting a separate demeanor ; one of calm. just passing through, came the words of nimbus. and so she would say: be careful, on your travels, looking back to the valley. do not get too close. valley wolves are hostile ones ; we protect with our lives, a flicked tail.

her thoughts returned to the stranger who had come second. you, wake, are you trying to start a pack here? perhaps she could return to the regina with information.