Frostfire Ridge something for the soul

A better reaction came than what the man expected. The sivullik joined close, snout buried within his thick fur. 

Warmth then touched him. Not the kind you feel against your body when cold. It was an inner warmth... like it was wrapping itself around his heart. 

In this moment, Inutsuk felt every ounce of love that he longed to have felt as a child. Although love from parent and partner are two different things, he never had the chance to learn the difference. Love was love in his eyes.

Muffled words came next, breaking silence. Quiet, but understood. They were enjoyed too.

Scuffling his frame through the snow, Inutsuk ensured that there was not an inch of space left between them. The man's upper body bent over hers, tail curling around from behind. He would shelter her like this forever. A new promise that he was now bound to keep.

There will never be a winter again where you won't have my warmth. I swear it. 

There. Now she had both a vow of action and words. It could never be broken, or would the spirits forever damn his soul.