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nanurlaaq, most times, did not understand her own generosity. she was a packwolf, now, and yet here she was, trotting along the snow as she sought a scent. but, perhaps he was seeking something, too ; a home. somewhere to sleep, to rest, to eat safely. rala speaks, then: do you seek a home, nimbus? hardly discreet in her implication.

scent of mule deer, doe, injured, hits her keen nose. an easy kill ; for though it is quick, it is small, and weak, and the snow will make it difficult for it to travel. nanuralaaq adjusts her direction, a flick of her tail leading the man. bearclaw valley takes in any looking for a home, as long as there is something that they can provide, of course, maybe they could use another guard, or perhaps a scout, or more hunters. do you hunt?