Bearclaw Valley birds of a feather

and it was to the very outskirts this stranger sat upon that nanuralaaq, snowwoman, huntress of the arctic plains approached ; within her maw was a scruffy snowhoe hare, dangling as she carried herself with the stalk of a lioness. her gaze, as she looked upon this pale figure, was curious, though careful. it was only closer when she approached that coles scent hit her face, and she paused for a moment, brows raised. a new member, rala thought to herself, and so her posture changed, loosened, as she approached.

in front of her, now, she'd place the rabbit before her paws. are you hungry? came lilting words. dawn hues would study a similarly pale face. perhaps they looked as if they could be related. maybe sisters, though this woman seemed to be the slightest bit younger than her. she wondered, then, if her pale appearance may hint to a similar lineage. my name is nanuralaaq. who are you? one of coles' strays, most likely.

just as she had been.