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The nebula-clad wolf has been out roaming the nearby land when her duel-toned eyes had spied a small cluster of musk ox. Tove knows that group needs meat and what would be better than take down a young musk ox? It could feed the family for a bit. Careful not to spook the herd, Tove quickly made her way back to where they have settled. As she approaches the broken spine that is the wall, the woman sees the large shadow working atop the stones. Paws pick up speed and she calls out, “Viðarr! There is a small group of musk ox nearby! They have a couple young with them. Will you join me on a hunt?” Stopping near the base of where he lounges, Tove offers him a huge, excited grin, eager to go hunting.

Tove makes her way up to where Viðarr works and eyes the various tools that the shadow uses. As he scrapes off the flesh, Tove helps by pinning the hide down with her white-tipped paws, waiting to hear what he has to say.

"Tove Baade"