Ravenshook Cliffs [m]song of growth

the seal hunter had followed; he had hunted in the sedges for his sons. 
his sons. how quickly matteo had fallen in that number. a smile touched his lips.
it was good to be back beside the sea, with the burn of salt upon the wind.
it was the mingling of florality with this brinewater that had taken him directly from hunting and in search of his snow-wife —
not only her but —
marina.
chakliux paused in his tracks, overwhelmed in the most decadent of ways by the mingled wash of their scents, and then began to lunge powerfully up until he sought the ridgeline and found them side by side.
for a moment he only stared at them, at how the wind caught tullik's hackles, how it played along marina's ears.
there was a hoarse sound in his throat as he cleared it with a soft half-chuckle; chakliux approached his wives eagerly, pressing his muzzle between their own and seeking each pair of eyes to know that he was wanted, that this was desired by them both.