Ouroboros Spine [m] wildfire women

What better way could the remainder of the cold season be spent? He could think of none.

Him. Shikoba. Together in an ulaq of their own. 

Who would have thought that the first ulaq he would have in this village would be shared with a woman he shared a heart with also. 

The temperatures remained frigid, but now in higher digits then they once were. Nonetheless, Inutsuk would be sure that none lacked warmth. Today, the man had spent much time catching and skinning a creatures pelt, lining it within the ulaq's floor. Such in addition to the warmth they would provide one another, the goal would be met.

Midst his work, Inutsuk could hear his newly mate approaching. He could smell her too.

Days before, the scent was present, but it hadn't yet presented as appealing. Now, however, was a different story. It was tempting, especially so as the sivullik approached their quarters.

Stepping across the lain tunics, he emerged to greet her. A simple chuff and peck would not do. No. Now that he was able, Inutsuk intended to spoil her with every ounce of affection he could. 

Tail lifted and swaying, he bounded through the snow with ease. Once in close proximity, he reached outward and nuzzled her cheek affectionately, then brushed his nose gently against her ear. No words were needed here to describe what emotion he felt. Though only absent from his sight for a short time, oh how he still missed her so.