Bearclaw Valley time and time again

there seemed to be one last adult, one last woman that nanuralaaq had yet to meet ; and so when the scent of the temporary-stranger drifted towards her dark nose, the snowwoman sprung into action, moving in a canter as she sought the woman. her pelt was thick with a mothers-scent ; a den ; children ; a warmth that radiated in waves, and more surprisingly, cole. just how many claims had he made on the valley women?

as she approached the pallid lady - younger, it appeared, though not by many moons - the huntress released a low chuff, before she spoke: hello, came her warm, lilting tones. rala drew herself to a halt a comfortable space away. it was up to her packmate, now, should she wish to draw closer. my name is rala, it is good to finally meet you, eh ... nephele, right? as cole had said ; this was the woman with the girls.