Duskfire Glacier nature, nurture, heaven, and home

PRE-HEAT CONFUSION

 

Sangilak snorted at his words, perhaps proving his point further: manners had no place in the wild, and even less of a place in her world. But she thought on his words: not yet. They brought a thought into her head, and Sangilak rumbled with interest. For a reason foreign to her, Sangilak lumbered toward him to sniff in heavy droughts of him. Her own addled mind could not depict any one thing in particular from him, but Sangilak knew she wanted something she could not put her finger on. Her plume lifted slightly as she looked to him, and she was thoughtful. Not yet. Not yet. Soon, she half-queried, half-prompted. Sangilak had been searching for many a thing, though she could name none of them, not even to herself. A wild call she could only answer by moving. By now, they were chest to chest, and Sangilak feels too warm, bothered. Soon for many things, but not yet! Her tail lashed behind her as she thought for a moment. And then, she began to trek toward the ocean. Perhaps the sea would cool her; she could think only of the warmth that came, and that not even this place had cooled her.