11/3/2025, 10:16 PM
The sight holds Iglux̂ in quiet rapture, those first few memories out with the crying wind hunters blending with her stillness. Wolf-breath smokes faintly, the pair's napes twinning with rigid anticipation. Beyond the melee stands her pearly-coat, dark eyes just as wild. Her bull would be chosen this day, but she would not have a choice in it.
“Sometimes,” an ear tips towards the girl. Fa’liya is not repulsed. She looks on bravely.
The fallen caribou rises again, staggering with matted shoulders and a bowed head. His rival circles, tines shedding flesh, dripping red.
“Do you know why?” Her eyes follow in question now. This is how winter’s bloodline is chosen, but she wonders how much of it the girl understands.
“Sometimes,” an ear tips towards the girl. Fa’liya is not repulsed. She looks on bravely.
The fallen caribou rises again, staggering with matted shoulders and a bowed head. His rival circles, tines shedding flesh, dripping red.
“Do you know why?” Her eyes follow in question now. This is how winter’s bloodline is chosen, but she wonders how much of it the girl understands.
