Moonspear lawmother

the roots of his pelt rippled with her worry. "na, look at me," chakliux said to simbelmyne, remembering too late that he had slipped into his seal hunter words. "look at my eyes, yes?" he said, thinking all her trepidation the fault of the mountain. "we will not go so high, nitjutsiak."
he himself did not move again for another ridge; he held himself between she and the wind which now howled overhead, touching his ruff with brief cold hands.