Moonsong Glacier my fingers laced to crown,

Her voice was almost distant, like she was going through something in her mind that wasn’t all translated through tongue. She had trailed off into mumbles, Slavik could only chuckle and smile, Oh yeah, I would’ve just kept running straight ahead until it got me. You were the one who found the crevice, he pointed out, for truthfully he would’ve likely missed it, or been too terrified to have the sense to look.

A deep breath heaved from his lungs, they walked through a short warm gust of it before it froze like the rest of the air around them. He could feel his black nose beginning to dew, so he ducked it down to his thick sunny chest fluff to warm it. They walked in a silent pause - that was for him just a moment to enjoy the presence of her, and the life he’d been spared, but for her was a moment to think. She had the bearings of a great intellect, Slavik could almost feel the buzz of her thoughts. And yet she was also so calm, and collected.

Until suddenly she sputtered out some words, and a mortified expression covered the relaxed elegance of her features. I’m glad you aren’t dead, she said, then hurried forward in utter embarrassment. Ok so maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say, but a Slavik wouldn’t hold anything against her. And it was a little funny. He smiled and cast a glance at the ground, trying to hide a soft laugh.

The large male watched her go for a second, then bounded after her in a few big steps. I’m glad I’m not dead too, otherwise I wouldn’t have met you and that would be a shame, he said, hoping to catch her gaze with a half flirtatious half genuine glint in his eyes.