An Ice Dance

Before the snow white femme could answer another young woman arrived. She was very pretty and agreed to their assistance as long as they pulled their weight. Galena nodded. She had every intention of doing her best. Hunger was a strong motivator to succeed at this point. As the pale woman took off across the ice, Galena followed suit, her nostrils flaring as she continued to analyze the scent of the elk. This was as much a learning experience as anything.

Her claws clicked across the ice as the scent grew stronger and soon she could hear the sound of hooves and the low sounds of shuffling elk.