Duskfire Glacier [m] seremoni

a pretty man. a seawrought man. mireille purred to see that the ocean had seen fit to bless her with a denizen of the sands. that he was man mattered nothing in these days to come. she allowed his boldness; if his muzzle should stray to touch, she threatened a snap though her eyes burned with interest.
mireille circled; she caught at his hip and grinned, backing away along the narrow, treacherous path that led to the top of the glacier. many wolves had fallen to their death, she was certain; but the test was his to take, and she whirled, leaving the roseglow fragrance in her wake as she sought to lure the saltman along.