Sunset Valley [feast] And sometimes you close your eyes

Lane lifted her brow as she was given the title of "healer." She vastly preferred to be called a "medic," but she would let it slide this time, feeling charitable in this moment. Tuuluuwaq's warm, chocolaty gaze had that effect on her. 

Tuuluuwaq agreed readily to the role Lane suggested, and she smiled. She was glad that he was looking to stay and take on more responsibility. She wondered suddenly whether he still wished to court her, as he had spontaneously expressed several weeks ago. The funeral was behind them, and so Tuuluuwaq was free to ask her once more, if he still had the desire to do so. 

Tuuluuwaq would not leave her to wonder for long. He moved forward to press his forehead into hers, offering a gesture of intimacy that exceeded mere gratitude. 

When he went to pull away, Lane tilted her muzzle upward, surprising him with a light kiss. She pulled back with her characteristic half-smile, eyes dancing merrily. "Run with me," she breathed, feeling more alive in this moment than she had in many moons. 

She moved quickly, leaping to her feet and taking off across the valley. Her paws crunched a soft cadence into the snow, which sparkled under the light of the full winter moon.