Whitebark Stream look, this comes as no surprise.

The other gave no further information regarding the season and, though disappointed, Yura met her grunt with a vague tilt of her head and let the thought ruminate for now.

"I was there too," her tail beat softly between her legs as her assumptions were confirmed. "Well, only to last year's hunt. I'm Yuralria - what's your name?" Sobeille brewed and Yuralria's focus instead remained on making a friend. And friends could not be made without a name, she decided.

While she would have wanted to hear more of the girl's experiences at the hunt, instead there was an intensity to Sobeille's next words that had her paws shuffling uncomfortably in the snow. "My anaa will be moonwoman someday, and someone's gonna have to take her place too eventually." She left unsaid the implication that it would be herself- at least, that's what she believed. Her sisters did not seem like the type to take duty so seriously. "Even if I find a wife, I want children too. That's what legacy means to me." Though, as her words were firm and well-recited, there remained an undercurrent of doubt.