Moonspear [m] Cult Ritual, Line 3

She lay relaxed, happy, and pleased with her first choice of lover on Moonspear. Her eyes blinked at the burgeoning light that filtered into the ulaq, and she swept her eyes across the woman cloaked in bark, her eyes tiny ice crystals. And the smell of another thing, too. Sialuk thought for a moment it might be her own, but no. The air smelled distinctly Keen.

Sialuk draped her paw across her lover's back, preening the fur on her neck. Do you wish for children? she asked. Sialuk could not provide this, but she knew the spear and the surrounding forests were aplenty with those who could.