Snowforest Taiga nibwaakaawin ikwe

the sun shines dying and fierce against her back, illuminating eyes which burn at the prospect of a challenge. she is not so low as to steal from a smaller woman, but this stranger is in her way- and she will move or be moved.

"sanirvailutit." she growls through bared teeth, but makes no move to approach the woman's prize. qupir stands her ground, firm with hackles raised. she will pass.

the mountain woman's nostrils flare, inhaling the scent of both wolf and rabbit. she finds herself impressed by neither. she will settle only for larger meals- moose caribou- to strengthen herself for the children she will raise. the blood of the beasts will make them healthy.