Wapun Meadow running home, running home

and it was now that she would, indeed, push him away. a nudge of her shoulder was all that she gave before she turned, padding towards their felled meal. i will be fine, came her voice, for she had hunted through all that one could experience, and though her pelt lacked any major scars, that did not mean that she was free of the memory of pain.

i always am, rala's last words were a sigh before she begun eating, tail flicking behind her. whatever remains, she would bring to the valley ; offer to the women, to the children. to the rex and regina, though she knew they could hunt for themselves. it was courtesy, though, to give to the one that homed you. for the rest of the day, she did not meet cole's gaze. her voice was low when she said: eat what you can. we'll take the rest back, before falling into a comfortable silence. almost unlike herself.

she would be fine. always. she would push through her wounds, for that was all she knew how to do. nanuralaaq was named cub of polar bear for her resilience.

no longer qanniujait ; snowflake. she was woman of snow.

fade with your next ? ... or they can yap more .. bond ... whatever you like <3