Duskfire Glacier Ommatik

Ah, so it would not be enough.

Issorartuyok felt his gaze fall from her, fixing on the ground at her paws. The man’s dark ears splayed slightly atop his head. The girl was young, and she wanted a romance that he could not offer her, something that he could not give. The northerner did not understand, and part of him ached at the thought that she may have arrived at her decision before that moment. If he was not enough for the glacial scout, the man thought it would be difficult to find others who would see him as a man worthy of being a husband.

For the first time since he had left home, Issorartuyok felt sad.

I see, he spoke quietly, lowering his head and turning his muzzle from her. There was little pride to be had in such moments. The puff of his chest had fallen. The man’s broad shoulders sagged.

I am sorry that it was not enough, scout Meerkat.

Issorartuyok did not wish to remain there. He turned his muzzle back to her to offer a small nod and then he moved to exit. The weight of their words hung on his chest. It felt as though there was a glacier inside of him.