Dawnlark Plains η

it was a blessing.
to be allowed to scathe the tundra as if she was a new born again. on the way to answering the call, star eater had been less than amicable. she was restless, growing bored in the confines of her dug out den, and the company of the young girls...well, it wasn't exactly substantial.
a revered queen of ice, she would but her flank against her husband's side, teasing him endlessly with her tail confidently in the air, belly ringing true with life upon the cold winds. she licked her lips, tasting the reverent herds that walked here. she was feverish with her delight.
but upon arrival, she settled into the calm, serene diplomat she once was. is. she was that for swiftcurrent, for akavir, but now she stood proud, tall beside sun eater.
there was a man draped in bearskin hide— she cast a brief glance to her own husband, lingering long enough to capture her own devotion and that he needn't such outward displays of pride. the charm she had cut by her own teeth still hung from him, her own claim, to any woman who dared challenge her.
over her shoulder she looked to the other wolves of saatsine— gjalla, blackfell. and just as quickly, she turned back.
eyes fell on a onceover of the bearskin man's wife— unfettered by the nuisance of a heavy womb, but all the same, she carried life. star eater's nostrils flared. an ear flicked, and maybe something akin to a soft smile on her face.
it was then she cast her attention towards the dark pair of wolves that descended north— hardened steel, cut from the glacier itself. she took a step closer to her own husband, reaping the vow of his protection amongst the onslaught of strangers. they were marvels, and she hadn't missed the way that blackfell crooned his neck towards the man with a scar separating his face from neck.
there are many, she whispered to sun eater, losing her nose into the plush furs of his neck.