Dawnlark Plains ☾ déix̲

looking to maybe meet/hunt with some strangers <3

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Winter was settling into the taiga. A thick lining of snow crunched underfoot as the moondancer trudged southwards, no doubt with @Faust, her shadowman, somewhere in tow. Even with the motions of her stomping, Dísal'eix̲ still carried herself with grace; with pride.
As the woman tilted her chin upwards, she caught the scent of deer, most certainly on a migrational path through the taiga as winter crept in. It was now that she was fuelled with a new vigor, head craned downwards so that he may pick up the scent of the herd, and scan the snowfall for hoof-tracks.
The moondancer was certain, though, that where there was a herd, there would be other hunters, such as herself. But this was not quite negative. Rather, she grew excited at the prospect, for not only would more jaws and noses and paws make this easier, but she also knew that those who hunted together typically 'stuck' together, and the prospect of meeting others made her heart grow and swell with warmth. She longed to make herself known in this world. To share the stories of her people and her past and her travels in the midst of friends, over a meal and beneath the night sky. The woman hummed.
But she refocused just as quickly, drawing on her inheritance, her lineage of snowhunters so that she may track this head, moving westwards. Dísa wanted space, in this moment. Space to prove herself. Space to invite in others. But she knew that Uktark would be close, and such did not make her unhappy at the slightest. Rather, she would cast a glance over her shoulder.
Ever checking for his presence.