Moonspear lawmother

the touch lingered, went on until she spoke again. "you do not need to be a seal hunter to paint your feet and curve your hips," he said with a flashing grin. "i will dance before you." secretly he wondered about gathering others, spreading a quiet word through the moonvillages that simbelmyne searched for a man.
there was no way in which she could be displeasing to the senses of any hunter. he exhaled across the base of one plumed ear and then at last, reluctantly, put some inches of space between he and she.
"i must go for now." he did not move.
"i will see you again." there was desire between them, enough to where he did not rush to have her now, quickly. 
chakliux had no way of knowing so much would greatly change; he waited now only with dancing eyes for her dismissal.