Little Goat Mountain So close, no matter how far.

"i am used to being chosen." a slow grin lit his mouth. "and i am used to making my own choice."
his lean body relaxed alongside ciri, even as he swung one ear to monitor the wind, a smooth and unconscious gesture. "maybe we would have chosen one another. maybe not. maybe the choosing would be different."
chakliux breathed the good iciness of the snowy air which howled beyond the cavern. "women still choose me and i them. but only certain ones can be a seal hunter wife because it is a want not made lightly."
their eyes were studious upon one another, each a scroll which asked in silence to be unraveled.