Bearclaw Valley nostalgia

long legs keeping pace with ancelin as they head toward the eastern border. her focus is sharp, her ears flicking occasionally to catch the scent of coyotes in the air. she’s already sizing up the hunt, her instincts kicking in without need for much direction.

yeah, i’ve hunted ‘em, she mutters, her voice rough, barely more than a murmur. her gaze remains fixed ahead, but there's an almost imperceptible nod of her head. with @Cole.

she doesn't speak much more, her actions speaking louder than her words. her body language is all business—leaning into the hunt with a single-mindedness that’s instinctive. she follows the rex at his command.