Bearclaw Valley birds of a feather

with the snow-woman's gentle insistence, she leaned down to grasp the hare between her teeth. dragging it closer, to be held down by a small paw while she gently began to tear fur and skin from flesh. even with this she was delicate; even in the hare's death, she didn't wish to ruin it's fair pelt. the rabbit was a taste she had yet to acquire, as she was a woman raised on fish and clams. but it would do.

the compliment of her name is met with a shy smile, its warmth matching rala's. she takes a small bite of the hare's flesh before she straightens herself out, sage eyes meeting those of warm, molten light. she mentions cole, and just his name makes her heart skip a few beats. "he found me a while back, brought me here. he is a good man." was she gushing? 

the other woman's chattiness was welcomed, as she herself wasn't the biggest talker. rala made up for her quietness, and she enjoyed it. "i've met ancelin, though we didn't talk much..." she admitted. she should seek him out again, perhaps when she's more comfortable, in an effort to get properly acquainted. 

ameline. she remembers the rex briefly mentioning the regina; he'd told winslet the same thing. that a meeting with the regina should be in order. but...meeting a woman of such power and significance was intimidating within itself. what if she wasn't impressed? what if she didn't believe winslet could be valuable? 

she cares too much about others opinions. "everyone here seems pleasant, it's just...i don't know my place amongst you all. i don't think i have very much to offer." she frowned.

sigh...rala how i love u < 3