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Together they moved; she was spritely, and as he tried to compare her to something like a fox, he knew that was not right. There was nothing and no-one like Sakhmet. When she cut ahead to lead him he was glad to fall behind, keeping half his attention on the twisting paths between the trees, inevitably following the shine of her red coat.

They sought a great wall. Kigipigak did not care where they went, really. He was glad to have this time with her.

I crossed that mountain in my travels for you.
It was almost romantic. The sentiment certainly boosted Kigipigak's ego. Would he have done the same? Probably, he thinks — but truly, he isn't certain.

As they crossed through a patch of open space, a meadow or some grazeland for the deer herds, Kigipigak thought he saw a shape dart between the trees. He did not think to investigate. Whatever it was, they had a canine scent and clearly no interest in the pair.

You said there were others here, Kigipigak references all that she has told him during their travel together, thinking of the dark shape and the feeling of being watched that now lingers upon him.

Your family. Do you think — he's panting a bit, and overshoots the path where she has nimbly turned, so he quickly corrects; Do you think they will like me?

Suddenly this feels very important.