Wapun Meadow forgo the parable

caribou hunters? the words caught her attention, pale ears flicking upwards as her eyes seemed to twinkle with some sort of distant recognition. but then she remembered - they were within the teekons now, and these were no snow-kissed paths. of these lands? no, i would not know them. if they are civil, perhaps i would like to meet them, but if they proved hostile, nanuralaaq would keep her space.

when ameline spoke of reinforcements, the huntress nodded. she merely gave a soft yes, before offering a friendly flick of her tail before swivelling on her paws so that she may assume the path back to the valley. oh, how her bones yearned for the hunt.

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