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

another nod ; she watched, now, as she moved, before raising her voice slightly to say: would it be more beneficial to find their den? thinking, eyes drifting from the man back to the wood. to go down there, and cease the problem at its source, but surely that had been thought of already, no? nonetheless, she continued: prove that they cannot keep coming back without consequences. then they would have to scavenge somewhere else. she would volunteer herself, should they wish to seek the den.

rising, now, to a stand, she hummed. if you do search for the den and fight the coyotes, i would like to come. at the very least, so that i may watch any wounds, and silently, so that she may sink her teeth, her claws into something. nanuralaaq was not a violent woman, but there was a huntresses thirst that coursed through her veins, powered her every move. something that she did not voice, for one to speak too loudly of their skills was one that over-compensated. just let me know.

and so she would turn back towards him, then. watching, waiting for anything left to say. then, after they traded goodbyes, she would fetch whatever herbs she may be able to find in preparation for more incoming coyotes, or any other ailments.

perhaps she would find herself as curer, in due time.

feel free to fade with your next <3