She charted an ambling path through the forest, her pursuit, for once, of nothing in particular. A fresh layer of snow had fallen overnight, and fell from the heavens still, and Nanook had abandoned herself to the wonderful crunch of the ground beneath her feet. She had nearly reached Stone Circle when she took a sudden turn and rounded back to follow a new, untrodden course, and lost herself in the myriad of white, until she felt the mysterious sense of another, and she turned her head to see him through the trees.
A coy smile played on her lips, noting his concentration, and the way his nose hovered along the ground. Had he noticed her? The sylph pretended not, and she stole forward in a quiet arch, careful with each step to make as little sound as possible.
There was nothing better than a snow tackle, if only she could sneak up behind him. And if he saw her? She had enough wiles up her sleeve to deal with that ;)
He is a wreath around her: his scent, his body, his being, and she laughs as they fall together. A tangle of silver and white against the frozen ground. Her nanuk sprawls on his belly, and she drapes across him, triumphant as a queen on the battlefield, her quarry held to rest beneath a victor's paws. But he is not her quarry; he is her treasure, and a smile enchants her face. She leans forward, and playfully tugs at the fur beneath his ear.
"Hi," she whispers back, and she leans down to run the crown of her head against the strength of his jaw. The season is not yet upon her, but there is no need for her heat to draw out her affection for him. "You are very handsome when you concentrate," she whispers, and her voice is charmed with the tremor of a laugh, "But you are also very easy to fell! What were you following, hmm?" and she beguiles a grin, "And with such intent."
A giggle resonated in her throat, soft, yet far sultrier than a little girl's, for she was a woman, not some child with her friends on the playground, and this - this was her man. His wink left her flushed for words, so she crooked her
nanuk the tease of a smile -
you are always handsome - and simply toyed at his fur again, as she continued to listen with upright ears.
"Mmm elusive, you say? Graceful, and... what was it... metallic?" Her eyes gleamed with thought, and with mischief. She curled her tail around him.
"Beautiful, too? This is such high praise -- " and with she laxed, and let herself slide off Siarut's back, to
oomph dramatically at his side, where she rolled on her back to peer up at him through her copper hearth,
" -- even for any heavenly creature, let alone an earthly one. But, I suppose I cannot speak to this, for I was after a most elusive prey myself..." and she shifted closer to her bear,
"but, if you can keep a secret," and the softest smile curved over her lips,
"I believe that I have found him."
She closed her eyes, and let his words sweep over her, in the fullness of his gentleness, his warmth. They had both come so far... and who but he could have convinced her, that feeling such emotion could be so beautiful? That such emotion could be so sweet and so lovely, to get so lost in?
Nanook met his revelation with a short stretch of silence. The statement, unexpected. She remembered how they had left the Wilds back in the Spring, how displeased his sister had been. Nanook peeked through a slitted eye and appraised her lover again.
"Well, you're still in one piece, so that's a good sign," she finally said. Nanook cared for Takiyok, and as cold as the Northerner had been to her, she was still her sister in a way.
"How is she?"