Bearclaw Valley birds of a feather

must eat during the winter, she says in careful tones ; there is an airiness in the way she speaks such a sentence, as if it is free and lacking the implications of wintertime deaths that are oh so prevalent. you have the hare. i can catch more, the pallid woman nodded to the rabbit, now, as if a silent urge to eat. she wanted to see the wolves of the valley with full frames and fuller bellies. spring was around the corner ; many would be eligible for children ... perhaps she thought herself amongst them.

winslet, she said, and so nanuralaaq came to terms with the fact that she was wrong in the assumption of a shared lineage, though she held no such sorrow upon her face. instead, she smiled, a warmth glimmering within her eye as she spoke. winslet, it is lovely, she gave a firm nod ; reassuring, as a mother would be for a child who was not quite sure of themselves. i am fairly new, too. i assume that you were recruited by cole, as well? as was i ; it is not too hard to fit in here, at all. have you met rex, or regina yet? ever the chatterbox. she did not pay too much mind to such.

i feel speaking with regina, @Ameline, is the best way to get comfortable.