February 09, 2022, 04:18 PM
Imaq had spent long enough cooped up, recuperating. It was a physical pain to leave her husband and child, and a source of fierce anxiety after spending months in the wilderness keeping a vigilant watch over her child. It could not be healthy, however, to cling to @Rye in such a manner -- for any of them.
Life went on, as the she-dog had long ago learned.
She brushed her lips against the crown of the Hotah and their child as they dozed before padding from the den -- leaving a strip of rabbit fur across the threshold of their den. A small sign to her family that she was okay, that she had left their quarters. Selkie hoped it might reassure her boys if they woke to find her gone.
Snow swirled lightly in the breeze, freckling the medicine woman with ivory as she trotted from the Caverns -- somewhat clumsily on account of her missing leg. Her aquamarines squinted against the sparkle of Siqiqniq's beams against the snow, a tiny smile unfurling upon Imaq's splotched lips as she breathed in the crisp, cool air of winter's dying breath.
For a moment, the wolfdog deliberated as she cast her gaze around the familiar surroundings -- uncertain what to do with this newfound freedom. For so long, her focus had been survival. But she and Sikuliak were safe now, home at the Glacier. He was not so young that he required constant attention anymore. This afforded her a chance to wander, to be herself again. To breathe.
Uncertain what to do with her time, Imaq loped for the outskirts of the Glacier. She would patrol, she decided. Perhaps along the way, she might find some game to pursue or something interesting to leave for the inua amongst the dormant lavender fields -- which had long been the witch's spirit-place.
Life went on, as the she-dog had long ago learned.
She brushed her lips against the crown of the Hotah and their child as they dozed before padding from the den -- leaving a strip of rabbit fur across the threshold of their den. A small sign to her family that she was okay, that she had left their quarters. Selkie hoped it might reassure her boys if they woke to find her gone.
Snow swirled lightly in the breeze, freckling the medicine woman with ivory as she trotted from the Caverns -- somewhat clumsily on account of her missing leg. Her aquamarines squinted against the sparkle of Siqiqniq's beams against the snow, a tiny smile unfurling upon Imaq's splotched lips as she breathed in the crisp, cool air of winter's dying breath.
For a moment, the wolfdog deliberated as she cast her gaze around the familiar surroundings -- uncertain what to do with this newfound freedom. For so long, her focus had been survival. But she and Sikuliak were safe now, home at the Glacier. He was not so young that he required constant attention anymore. This afforded her a chance to wander, to be herself again. To breathe.
Uncertain what to do with her time, Imaq loped for the outskirts of the Glacier. She would patrol, she decided. Perhaps along the way, she might find some game to pursue or something interesting to leave for the inua amongst the dormant lavender fields -- which had long been the witch's spirit-place.