Nocturne Summit Paunngak

No, no, there is no intrusion.

The white hunter offered a wag of his tail. She had been polite in her words, considerate of his privacy. Kannoyak drew his tongue across his whiskers. The cold of the snow he had plucked from his fur was still sharp in his mouth. He could feel the sensation creeping along his spine and he shuddered with it. The winter still had a way of biting him, even when he had hunted many times in her snows.

Would you care to rest for a moment?

Kannoyak’s eyes drew to the spot on the stone beside him, untouched by the elements and the snow because of the natural shelf above. It was a fine place to stop, if she intended to continue up the path of the mountain. He would not be opposed to keeping company with a woman who used such kind language.