Stavanger Bay mispronunciation

There was some shift in her, something that had been a slow creep but something she realized nonetheless. It had been easy to blame it on the excitement Kigipigak, but here alone it still ran through her veins.

Warmth.

A season change loomed on the horizon and although it would not be Sakhmet's very first, it was the first she actually gave thought to. She was outside of a pack, she was roaming, she had Kigipigak very frequently glued to her side.

The last was enough to provide some thought of comfort, protection.

Things would be fine, the pulse under her caribou covered fur was nothing more than nature's summons. Something she felt she might be able to ignore for a bit longer.

Especially when a distraction loomed on the dawn lit horizon. His pale figure only highlighted by the movement of it along the path. Undeniably Kigipigak.

She could not help but make a summoning sound to him. Low and soft. A songbird's beckon as her tail swished low behind her.