Nova Peak ❇ Tosi

@Elowen Aeloria?

the hide of the arctic fox was draped carefully over her back, pale against her pale, as if the pelt itself had once belonged to her bloodline. it was clean. reverent. a gift, not a trophy.
between her jaws, a bundle of salted meat—prepared days prior, cured against time. the scent was sharp, briny with preservation. not enough to feed a den, but enough to strengthen one.
she found the den nestled where the rise met the trees, half-covered in a drift of old snow and dry brush. a quiet place. a safe place.
and she smelled them—mother and son. elowen. and the young one who cried like wind and whimpered like stone. kaldros.
silatuyok did not enter.
instead, she set the meat down gently at the threshold, placing the fox pelt beside it. her pale eyes softened, though her expression remained composed. she let out a whimper to signal her arrival.