Stone Circle Vorrigning

My father is a wolf of the North, she said, and two brothers look so, too, though... and a cheeky smile crawled over Taktuq's face, they have as much southern blood in them as I.

It would be good to have another northerner among them. Taktuq was used to running with such family, and she thought fondly on Takiyok, and the time she'd had with her aunt. Perhaps running with Ulfhild would ease some of the missing she felt now rising from her core.

Taktuq turned her eye to follow the dip of the northern's head. Hmm, Taktuq hummed, squinted to catch a better look, and flaring her nostrils to catch the wind that drifted towards the pair of hunters. The herd parted then, and she caught through the web of tawny legs, a small hitch in the step of one. Her ears flicked forward.

There, between the buck and the roe with fawn spots fading. The dark one. She has a limp.

And left her statement hanging for the other huntress to begin laying out a plan.

rolled a success to see if Taktuq could spot the illness!