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She tried not to frown; by age, she was a woman, and yet most men had overlooked her. Dutch couldn't understand what it was like, she thought- it was not men's place to know the minds and hearts of women completely. She had seen the way Kukutux's features had lit up when she had spoken of her own coming-of-age, and rite of passage. Simbelmyne didn't care that she was old enough to be considered a woman- she wanted what Kukutux had experienced. A true understanding of all of herself- some parts would come with the assistance of a man. 

For a moment, he hovered near her ear, and whispered words that flushed her belly with warmth. She gasped softly, and felt assured. The longing she felt- it was unquenched. She felt absolutely certain that she would feel differently afterwards-

but then he drew away, and tried to renew her interest in a cave. She huffed lightly. No, be patient, she told herself- but she couldn't help but by irritated. How dare he rile her up like that, and then take her on a tour of a cave?? It was much smaller than she had expected it to be, and willingly ducked her head to slip inside, but the chill immediately quieted the restless, wanting spirit that had awakened moments ago. Her fur lifted when they walked through the deep blue of the tunnel, and emerged into a much larger bowl, where light filtered in softly. Dutch's voice resonated. 

She resented him a little bit less, now; it was a beautiful sight. 

He mentioned seal-hunters and she flicked her ears. 

She tilted her head back and- not wanting to disturb the ice, she softly uttered a low, ullulating "OoooooooOOOOOUUUUuuuuuuuu," Her voice gently rising and falling a third, before she stopped, and perked her ears to hear the natural reverb. 

She looked to him again, her expression warmed again. Her tail waved; encouraging him to sing softly as well.