Moonspear lawmother

simbelmyne. chakliux had never heard anything like it; thus he had no comparison for the name. but its sound was spring wind and the peaceful outlook of sea cliffs, of high rocky places and wildflowers dotting warm plains.
"simbelmyne," and though chakliux was careful, his seal hunter's accent made the word clipped, guttural, a glissade of frost over the taiga. 
boldly, playfully, he nosed for her hackles once more and then stepped back, savoring the delicious tension between them. chakliux glanced high, up and up along the slopes that tullik had abandoned to become a seal hunter wife. "do you walk high? do you prefer low?"