Little Goat Mountain So close, no matter how far.

the seal hunter watched the blood glisten in the half-light, watched ciri eat the fat before he pulled his eyes away. "for a time i lived in moonspear. i chose moontide after this, and it is where i built my longest-lasting lodge."
outside the shelter the white squalls had begun; it was only for his company that chakliux did not at once depart. her familiar self and the prettiness of her eyes kept him, though they had cooled since the mention of his wives.
perhaps this drove him, a boldness.
"are you jealous to find me married, ciri?"