There was a new confidence in her walk, one that had change much since her revelation. Siv had begun to gain weight on her previously lean figure, which was due large in part to her lack of travel. It was doubtful she would ever be anything more than the willowy-shaped thing she was now, but she certainly would see her daughter grow strong. Everyday the pup grew bolder, and Siv was glad for the added eyes to watch her.
It was the coyote woman, mostly, and Siv was more than happy with her. While her broken English was often hard at times to understand, she was caring and worked well for simple things. Siv had been delighted to learn she could cook, and taken advantage of this on many nights. Yet Siv hunted not only for food but for supplies as well. She had already converted the blackish-silver fox pelt into a bag for her runes, and allowed her daughter to play with the tail as she pleased. Fox pelts were useful for their fur, but they were not alone in this.
Her attention had turned to the coast. There had been many peculiar things to be found there, and she was excited about the prospect of seal. Having never hunted or tasted such a thing before, Siv was eager to see what could be made from them. In her lupus form, she moved with the easy grace of a predator, large and lithe, and headed towards the east.
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