Blacktail Deer Plateau The road outside my house is paved with good intentions

It was not often she spoke in the northern tongue, for that part of her past had long been left behind, yet there was something beautiful to the way the tribe expressed sentiment. 

"I love you," she translated softly, her eyes averted shyly. She'd said it to him on occasion but of course, the healer didn't expect him to remember the words of a foreign tongue she rarely spoke. 

Were she human, she might have taken to combing her fingers through his fur. As it was, she had only her muzzle to brush against him with love that bordered on reverence. 

"I always will," she whispered, dark eyes finding him with the promise. "Uanga atayomik angertok," she repeated again, this time in the northern tongue, curling against him drowsily.