Emberflame Ridge beat your breasts, young (m)aidens

She sought his furs. There was much to glean from the scents he carried: the red rise, the red girl, the red blood of a recent kill; simple things woven across him. Likewise, he found that she smelled of the sea and of another woman.

The importance of this ritual was lost upon Tulimaq, who only sought to probe at her with a lack of caution now, nip lightly at her body, corral her closer.

He rumbled again. The man would not wait for long to take what was offered.