The Joys Spring Can Bring

"Good catch," Misha would say as she watched Huata crouch and stalk the deer, soon after tackling it to the ground, the russet brown woman's ears perking when she would hear the snap of it's neck breaking in her jaws, the doe dying moments after. "Huata, do you belong to a pack- or a smal group of wolves, perhaps? Your hunting skills are decent enough- have you ever thought of joining a pack?" She would ask in a soft, melodic tone as she thought about how Huata might fit in Tortuga.