Moonspear amma

He came to her, a walking vision of the snow covered peaks she had left in her wake. She stepped closer, pulled by some raw magnetism she could not name nor did she want to.

She did not know if she could say more, merely looking up at Chakliux with her eyelids held low. She inhaled the scent of them both, inhaled the scent of the other man who lived within the lodge. 

Tullik dipped her head low, snaking out her neck some. Her face broke into a smile.

I cannot wait to know the face of it in every season.