Dawnlark Plains cold nostalgia chills me to the bone

ungulate knew he was threatened. beady eyes flickered, as did his attentive ears, stomping his hooves in a display of dominance, as if he were to say i am not scared of you! but such would be a lie, by the twitch of his tail and the weariness of his head, he was afraid, and he knew that the wound upon its leg was to be its death sentence.

so it ran. running would be the only chance it had to survive, but it would only take a few moments before the pain coursed through his veins, through his body, and he fell into the thick, powdery snow. nanuralaaq dashed forwards, teeth clamping around the neck of the fallen caribou. she detached for a moment as he struggled. bite, she instructed the dancing one, resuming her position. but it fought ; wildly, painfully.

caribou broke free again, quick to sprint away. soon to fall once more.

she would leave the rest of the hunt to yuralria. dancing one. she was young, and so she must learn. cub of polar bear would keep her safe from hooves, but her fangs must be bloodied. must learn the taste of the caribou, should she wish to survive the winters.

something ... maternal ... within the woman of the north.