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When they stood together on the bank Kigipigak had towered over her, to a point. Now that they were in the water and bobbing in a deeper section, they were on the same level. Her efforts to guide him were welcomed and with each touch Kigipigak thought that he might melt in to the water entirely. Sakhmet lingered to one side of him as they moved together through the depth of the creek's central line.

He pivots with a few paddles of his feet, catching the bottom easily. From his new angle Kigipigak can study her face; the water has drawn the tufts of red fur back along her cheeks, given a new gaunt quality to her already thin features. The shine of her eyes isn't exactly white, he realizes — more like the underbelly of a cloud on a winter's day; glacier ice striated with cracks.

Kigipigak realizes he's staring at her intently and with a bashful smile, turns slightly so as not to spotlight her any further. The quick motion causes a little splash with the length of his snout, and this gives him the idea to try that again but with purpose — sending a little wave right at her nose in boyish jest.