Gilded Bay immulivik ⪤

She had not felt a winter so cold before, she did not think.

Then she felt glad that they were beneath Moonglow's banner now. That they had numbers and bodies. That her son might be secondhunter through the worst of the season.

Guilt soon followed, but she tucked in beneath her breast with plenty of other thoughts.

She left the pelt behind. The dark color made her remember a promise to be gifted such a thing once, from a man who scorched her mind. It was unfair and that too would be held close. Unspoken. The harsh chill of the water was a welcomed distraction from the very thought. Putting out the fires in her heart practically.

Co-wife?

Color her confused, and intrigued.