Barrow Fields vii Come home to roost.

-wiggles-

The fields held bones as well as rodents, and it was on these that the ginger northerner had most focused on. The Watch was slowly growing, but she and her siblings were prone to wander the surrounding areas. Much of her time was spent hunting for herself, for she was finally able to gain back more weight now that her home range was stable. All that would be left to do would be to begin sparring regularly again to hone in her fighting abilities for which her people were so proud.
Valmúa was careful not to disturb the mounds, not even when she suspected voles hidden within. Instead, she dug between them where the grasses grew. Patience had never been her strength. She dug hurriedly into a small hole that she could hear a tiny beast chattering within. Her head moved from side to side as she tried to pinpoint the sound. Instead of the vole, she heard the subtle footfall of one close behind her, and she swept around to greet the intruder with teeth bared.
It is the Unnuakvik, she said, half grinning and half snarling. Her tail waved like a flag while her expression softened. She strutted forward to sniff at his neck. Val had wondered when she might see the Tartok again.