Honeyed Pasture kipik

it's np, thank you! <3

imi's head bobbed fractionally, the movement slow and docile. amaranthine-dashed eyes blinked, dipped -- apprehensive and trembling. the samoyed was reluctant to impose or bother either rodyn or the people he called clan. not to mention her hesitancy. not all wolves were like her own village. not all were accepting of dogs.

"imi hunt," she offered, her voice little more than a smoky wisp of a whisper, nearly gone. the snowberry turned, indicating that she could help the timberland male with his trapping by sweeping along the grasslands with a motion of her ivory jaw. the girl did not wish to distract the man from his task with her curiosity.