Dawnlark Plains Tûnuck

jaws free from the deer's warm, heavy weight, tuhin had thought to sing out, to summon any of darukaal's people who might not insist upon their teeth being the one to bring down their prey- but they had lost the scent of the icelands in the body, and in lifting their head they caught sight of the great black figure who had not bothered to hide himself; and then the silvergrey woman who had.

it brought them to an expectant halt over their kill, silently tonguing their bloodied lips.

did they hunt together? they considered this, for if they did, tuhin had made themself easy prey- but the woman's words swiftly dispelled such belief. they had not crossed any border, had not trespassed in any way. but faust had spoken, if briefly, of the packs whose claims hewed near darukaal's own...

tuhin mirrored her posture, tail held level with their spine, watchful eye kept upon the man whose own considered them in turn.

"i have not come to trespass," they said, deep voice loud enough to carry. "i am new to these lands, and my people, too, live near these plains. i came only to hunt, and to...acquaint myself with this place, with those who might also claim their homes nearby. you are one, i imagine, and..." and here they turned their muzzle to the darkfurred figure in silent question.