Bearclaw Valley Into the woods

When it came to remembering people's faces Nunataq was not particularly good. It had nothing to do with her memory skills, just the selection process of, what she deemed valuable to remember. By now she had erased all files, regarding people that had once played a role in her life and were not featured in it anymore. With few exceptions, of course. In a special folder there was a small collection of important people. And Arlette was among them.

The time it took for Nunataq to recognize her albino friend in the tall and handsome almost grown-up wolf that was coming her way was brief. Glad to see a familiar and - what's more important - happy face, she let her musical instrument fall to the ground and she bounded towards the Easthollow girl. An excited and cheerful greeting ritual took place, during which Nunataq still held herself a little more proudly and self-assuredly than her friend. The latter might have reached her size, but there was this age difference that in Nuna's mind made her a tad bit superior.

"WUFF!" she barked and invited Arlette to inspect Nunataq's most prized possession. You would not tell that it was dearly beloved by the rag-tag look about it, but the mute girl's affectionate gaze said it all. She was in love with the object.