Aralyn-Kylar

 The wide meadow was covered with snow, but the tall, golden grasses poked through the soft powder and stood tall enough to hide Cally as she sat back under the shade of a tree along the edge, using the trunk for a back rest. Behind her lay her four tokotas, crouched low and waiting for their cues. Cally had a pack made of deer hide sitting next to her and she grabbed it, pulling it around before her. Opening it, she instinctively passed her fingers over the toko head she had had embroidered onto the flap with white fur that had been shed from the creatures behind her. Pulling out a long, silver dog whistle, she turned to look at her crew,

The icy blue eyes of Calla watched with mild interest as Cally moved around the little hunting camp, packing last minute items into the hide pack she carried. The sun was barely beginning to shed light over the snow that had fallen during the night and the first chirrups of the day from the winter songbirds sounded as they hopped from warm holes in the tall tree trunks. Raakel slowly rose from his spot under the roof that extended from one side of the cabin to form a large open-air box stall, stretching his large body with a drawn out yawn. “Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?” Cally chided him a bit playfully, sliding her arms throug