Flycatcher Downs but you lie

no borders will be crossed, and so she huffed, then, in agreement, and gave a flick of her tail as she begun to follow the scent. a beckoning call, for the little lady would lead the way, she had decided. nanuralaaq, she said, for she would not bestow a stranger with the luxury of her communal title. cub of polar bear, it means.

you follow me to deer, she instructed. paws that now grew silent carried her through the snow as she went, occasionally glancing over her shoulder as to ensure that the stranger was nearby. stranger, she thought, and so she said: and your name?