Qeya River down by the walls of wapping

what troubles you? kivaluk asks amalia quietly, pausing only in the aftermath to add quickly: you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. the last thing he wanted to do was to be nosy or prying when he didn't have any right to be. for while it felt like a polite thing to ask, kivaluk didn't want her to feel pressured into answering him if it was a matter she'd rather keep to herself.

he pauses then, rubbing his shoulder against a boulder; wisps of moss getting stuck in his fur.

i don't remember much of spring. only that he was born towards its end.