Fox's Glade every day, cry out for the pain

she tried, once twice, the name on her tongue.

it made her think of silanga in a way. foreign and familiar in equal turns.

kivaluk, she finally exhales out. her tail dared a few small sways behind her. now she felt herself uncertain what to ask! only that she wished she might keep his attention longer. that she may see him more. her cheeks burned hotly.

huhnter?

maybe he might humor her with a hunt!