Mount Apikuni silence is the language of gods

Tense, scared, the little girl is overwhelmed by the sudden emotions. Emotions she shouldn’t know at such a young age. Sao is unable to properly process them for the better, so even as Kove settles down onto the ground and creeps forward slowly, she still retreats. His words rumble her form, and nose brings another wash of hot air that’s once more uncomfortable. She squeaks, whimpers, and when his cool nose touches her paw, she subconsciously pushes at it—not to get away, but to welcome the contrast in temperature.

Before she realizes it, she’s swept up again. Wincing, teeth against tender flesh already damaged by the coyote, Sao cries in protest. The hold eventually takes over and she falls limp, legs curling into her body to keep her center of gravity closer to the male. Sao feels the cold of the water touch her tail, and then her feet, followed by a little more. Despite the sleep hold he has against her scruff, flails her legs and stretches out in protest, crying as loudly as she can manage. The cooling factor takes a few seconds to settle and for a few seconds, her screeching is quietened.