the first year, the blackfox had not chosen until it was her time.

the second year, an injury had consumed her body's focus.

but this year, aya; the sensation rushed moonwoman and enveloped her with more fervency than ever before. so fierce was it that she slipped from moonglow and went out into the lands by the sea.

it was not yet dawn. the moon hung in a sliver among winter-blessed stars. kukutux turned toward her sun man. she had called him down from the spine, selfish and heady with her thrumming wants etched in the air. and now her jadestone eyes were upon @Aiolos.

there was only pale light over the plateau, but it washed kukutux in a pure glissade. she did not need to speak. her gaze carried the desire and the love she had entrusted to him. he had been at her side. he had kept her ways.  

sun man would say his words of love. and then once more she would be his, prayers moving to the spirits listening that she might bring joy to his hearth once more.

He followed her call, her song. Her voice and scent pulling him from the encircled mountains of Moonglow. Like a Siren, she pulled him to the sea again and like a sailor bound by invisible chains, he heed her command. Enchanted by her, he moves fluidly with eyes filled by his mesmerizing.

Aiolos rose onto the gentle slopes up the Plateau, a path he knew as though it were home. Once before he had meant to call this place home, even.

Kukutux awaits. The Moon and stars giving dim light over the windswept terrain and casting his love in a pale glow. Here, no mountain or forest blocked the smell of the sea and up here the sea was all to view.

The Greek breathes deeply, Kukutux and Sea Mother mingle together and a pleasant chill creeps down his spine and sends his hairs rising.

He comes to her, to caress and to burrow himself within her winter coat. Φεγγάρι της ζωής μου. He doesn't know if she would understand his words but he gives them to her regardless. A phrase he has used before but he spoke his first language so little now...

Aiolos had turned himself from the filthy bodied and filthy mouthed youngest he had once been. But for all the vision of a proper, cleaned and healthy leader and guardian, he had Kukutux grooming to thank for. He returns the favor with wet licks of his tongue along her crown and jaw.

She presses to his side and he lifts a long red forelegs to drape it oddly over her shoulder and nips the base of her ear playfully.

It isn't long before they engaged further into their courting, filled with laughs and mock snarls as he gave chase to her. They both would kick up snow and sand in their wake. She would be forever a catch to him worth having.

So he would lift up on his hind legs, to wrap his front ones around her torso and seize his catch of the Siren with a happy bark and feverish growl.