Frostfire Ridge something for the soul

a chin against her crown, a sigh of relief, and words that she thought she would never hear from another.

and instead of staying strong and poised and stable, the woman crumbles under the newly found admiration. she folds her head, burrowing her nose into his chest in a search for comfort. imagine a teen burying their head into their pillow after sending a flirty text and getting a good response, that would probably be the best way to imagine how shikoba looks right now. flustered, excited, overwhelmed, infatuated.

"inutsuk too much," it comes out a bit garbled as fur gets tangled between her teeth, "shikoba like inutsuk too much." but... she likes it this way. something about the man brings her a sense of peace and homeliness, something that she found in kukutux, but this connection felt different.

perhaps this was what separated a friend from a lover. she forces every inch of her body to rest against him now, finding comfort in every piece that dares to touch his body. "now inutsuk can keep shikoba warm during the winter." a giggle from her. at least now winter didn't seem so long and dreary, she would have someone to share it with.