Sawtooth Spire A Little Push

Tonravik flicked her ears as he continued on, speaking of things that she had only assumed were naturally desired and went unsaid. Then again, so too did "no space". They were verbalizing. Whatever for, she wasn't sure; sometimes, he did these things, and Tonravik struggled, knowing he wanted more from her in this way. Ideas? Well, what was better than all of that? ...Nothing. He had done it all.

"Near water," she said at last. That did not matter so much come Winter, but in the Summer, cool water was always welcome. She herself could scout out snow when she wanted to, that was no problem here as the whelping den, elevated as it was, proved. She continued walking, eyeing a rocky, unexplored path (except, perhaps, for in passing) and heading in that direction. Who knew what they might find?