Broken Boulder i hope you devour

in a few week(s) time she would be packing up the den she's nested into and moving it to the bypass — with some grumbling, kept as minimal as she is physically capable of doing. for now, she is pleased with her handi-work despite having never taken much of an interest in snoozing quarters before. usually, she had a habit of sleeping where ever was available and often among the stars. being in any sort of enclosure made her nervous — a subconscious reaction to seeing her mother crushed by a boulder, no doubt.

a huff draws her attention, carrying over the distance between them; unfamiliar. she pauses in her steps and turns to peer over her kill-marked shoulder, frostbound gaze searching. easily, the man blends into the snow blanketing their home ( though so too does she if not for the stark markings beneath her eyes ). she recognizes him but vaguely. he'd been at the scrimmage though beyond that brief acknowledgement praimfaya had otherwise been occupied. several others had ended up accompanying their original trio and in the midst of battle formalities were forgone.

hei, she greets an amiable wag of her tail given; inviting him to come closer. you were at the battle with legion? an idle statement more than a question. i'm praimfaya. she introduces.