see the new moon rising

Her eyes were hard, and she more than a little cold. 

But he spoke things to her that had always been more than words. It was something they made good on whenever it was said. “We can. We will.” she nods. There was more at stake now than the lives of their adopted brethren who in every sense of the word was her family. Now, the lives of those within counted on them. How lucky for them she was not a woman who ever broke her promises. 

No second chances. No. They would die. Any and all who tempted fate would meet theirs. She looked complacent, now, as he looked to her. Tonravik watched him and did not withdraw as his tongue hit its mark, though she let out a large sneeze as it had tickled. 

His invitation was met with a thoughtful look. She was a wolf; she bathed as frequently as a wolf did, though she supposed one was due. Tonravik rose to slip into the waters beside him, though shoved her ears well in his face as though to say, me, first.