Qeya River strings

They were together more often than not. He was loathe to leave her; but she must eat, now more than ever. The poor tidings of winter would soon give way to a spring that he hoped would feed them both -- beyond that, feed those that were yet unborn. Kigipigak felt the pressure of his role all the more, these days.

She came to him with a song in her throat. It was a bestial sound that would have drawn him in to a private embrace, or a lustful one, any other time. Kigipigak was careful now. He almost did not want to touch her in case some mishandling might cause her some pain.

He missed how close they could be; the love they could share in lengthy nights of close contact, exploring one-another.