Bearclaw Valley I'm so full of love, I could barely eat

dawn was calm. her favourite time of day, in truth, as it was once the only moment she had to go for a walk and be alone without immediately having to prepare for the day at hand. though she typically would hunt first thing in the morning, nanuralaaq was learning to let go of such habits, instead hunting when she was hungry, or when the caches needed refilling. instead, now, she wandered through the valley, ensuring she was familiar with the land and keeping track of any notable spots that she had found.

though a tension gathered like a stone pit in her chest at the scent of one of her packmates ; cole. whereas her meetings with the regina had been less than unfriendly after the incident of calfuray's trespass, nanuralaaq had yet to speak to cole again, and the former rogue had left him with some mighty wounds. a wave of remorse washed over the pale figure, and so she stood for a moment - for a few - and watched him work, his breath curling through the air in light plumes. seconds passed where she merely stood, staring, before she took a breath of her own and drew closer towards him.

cole, came a melodic, lilting tone, though it was not without a careful reluctance, as if a single word may bring him to lashing out. stupid cub, she remembered, and yet, for some reason, she continued: how are you feeling? as if it were anything other than painful. weariness upon her face, now ; she made no attempt at hiding it.