Moonspear lawmother

She felt the warmth from his body swept toward her with the gusts of wind. Privately, she mused that he might have been kept busy, mending lodge after lodge, belonging to longing women who prayed for the winds to shake their hold loose. She thought of herself one day, waiting and pining at her own threshold, held there as she waited for the seal-hunter to arrive and fix it up. There might be some benefit still from learning to build a lodge, rather than digging a den, if it meant she could summon the carpenter to help her. 

He spoke of seal and her eyes widened to hear of the ice shelves on the sea. The arrival of the seals would be soon and it excited her, though she could only smell the saltwater from the curls in his pelt. "I have not," She said, though she licked her lips, as if to invite the flavour to them. "I would, though," answered the willing woman.