Bitterroot Valley you played your games

ravah had yet to meet this girl's acquaintance, and was keen on it by now.

but for now, she watched from a short distance, laying against the base of a stone outcrop, her chin resting against one foreleg as the other woman worked. she had been there a while; quiet, as always, silver eyes tracking the methodical scrape of claw on skin.

pleasantly surprised by how proficient the girl was in the craft.

and when the curse rolls from the tongue of the yearling, ravah's ears twitch and she cannot stop the snort it elicits. a bemused, but warm, smile tugging upon her pale mouth.