Otter Creek memories

he spoke, and she felt some tiredness leave her. yes, relmyna mouthed gently, seafoam eyes upin him. but i am so weary of the cold. her lips, as ever, moved slowly and in a pronounced manner. and there was good here, yes, something to which she could cling in the moments to pass.
if he could not see, then she motioned him closer with a lift of her paw. are you from around here? the listened inquired affably. perhaps he was from the blacktail pack, one she had not known disbanded. or perhaps he was merely a stranger. at any rate, it mattered little to relmyna, not now.