Larksong Grotto ☾ tléix'

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When the moondancer had arrived to these new lands, hailing from north, she appeared to blend seamlessly into her surroundings. Pale fur lined her body, her stature carrying tall, though her steps moved quickly, with the lightweight grace of a performer. There was a placid smile upon her face as she moved, chin tilted upright and tail flagging high behind her, as if it were a banner announcing a kingdoms arrival.
It was here, now, within a grotto of gorgeous greens, that she would take her rest. Dísa had been moving for several moons, travelling southwards in pursuit of a place to carry the spirit of her people. Somewhere that she may share their culture, their lifeblood, their brood. Dísa carried what felt, to her, the weight of future generations upon her frosted shoulders, and by no means did she seem to crumble from it.
See, the moondancer wore this weight with pride. Would share her stories, would tell those of the lands she had seen, where she had come from, would bring more snowhunters into the world. And it was this pride that lit her ocean-dark gaze with fire. An ember that flickered deep within. Powering her; keeping her alive.
But, that was not all that she needed to survive. Hunger grew deep within her belly, and without the help of a pack, she had been surviving on hares and deer-calf over the past several moons. Thinness tore at her towering figure, having burnt away all her stores from her swift travels and limited food supply...
Now that she was here, however, the moondancer figured that there must certainly be something for her to eat. So, drinking in the scents of the grotto, she continued to head southwards, letting her senses guide her.