Jade Fern Grove Silver Sheen of Shacklebrook

Inkeri had never been to the sea. She could hear it sometimes. When they have traveled close. And she had smelled it at times. Salty. Briny and a bit bad. She hadn't liked it and had buried her nose into her sister's fur.

Inkeri had been hunting the forest and meadows for any prey to fill the caches. They would need it come winter, especially with so many mouths to feed. She was responsible for so many lives. Not her alone, but she had taken the burden upon herself. Why? Even she couldn't answer that.

Inkeri heard the chuff and her first instinct was to curl upon in herself. But she decided at the last minute not to. She probably looked a fool, startling just a bit as she did. Then easing back into a ready stance.

mmm. Hello. her accent thicker on her tongue than usual, a direct result of the surprise she had just had.