Wapun Meadow Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight

perked ears and sharp, focused eyes listened attentively to the words of the regina. for a moment, she looked away, towards the line of bison ; they reminded her of home, and yet these were bigger, would prove more of a challenge, should they have been fought in the arctic climate where umingmait so typically grazed. dolce's presence was a comfort.

she was quick-footed as they begun to move, the similarity of the muskox hunt coursing through her veins, the snow bringing her back to a moment in her youth. though small with lightsteps, a well-muscled figure betrayed her keen skill at the hunt, her thirsty gaze striking the bison with a hungry intent. nanuralaaq did not nod, did not look around nor say anything ; she let her paws carry her, for they knew what was needed to do.

rala, too, streamed forwards, ameline's group providing a quiet reassurance. they would form their border around the weakest links, keeping them in place ; weary.