Silver Moraine too weak, 2 weeks

they danced. they played. augur admired new snow with the sense of a wild creature. she was at her physical peak in his eyes, with the unknowable conception adding a luster he would not understand. maybe she did not either. she was quick and lithe, using her smaller frame easily to her advantage.

and she submitted to him, which augur did not command. he wanted only for her to move in safety around the rise. he had seen the ferocity of red woman and blood eyes, and did not wish their teeth turned toward new snow.

so he must enforce their laws for the rise when he and she were near. right now, however, it was only the two of them.

if the rise had been his birth-pack, augur might have chosen to disperse with her now. but he had chosen it in adulthood and bound himself tightly. now the children of the rise might carry his blood. 

he belonged there. he wanted the same for her.

the hairs rippled in the wind. augur lunged after her, goosing her haunch with a careful clip of wide jaws.