Big Salmon Lake i'll strike a violent pose

he did not chase her.

zharille thought him curious, and odd, and young, but he knew more than she did. he knew the tricks of the ice, and he had not needed to save her from it, yet he had. when he welcomed her close with a turn of his body, she almost refused him - looking over her shoulder while one ear trained to his position in case he did attack - then, deciding, she moved towards him again.

there were other scents netted in the white of his pelt. men, women. wet marsh. fading salt.

now so close, zharille got a sly idea. she reached for his snout and tried to grab at it with her teeth! it was not enough to harm, only to hold, to see if he would accept the sudden change in their dynamic. maybe he would fight against it - and fight against her!