Stavanger Bay iriġauraq(-) [m]

When he came close to catching her, she would whisk away and kick up snow, or splash through the sea as the tide swept up to the pair.

Wilwarin had not been around others for some time. Those she had last visited were far more serious, not nearly as tactile as herself. It felt good to finally run free! To have someone else who was unafraid to experience - whatever this was.

When next the man came close, Wilwarin pivoted and pranced alongside him. She moved as if to play with the fur of his cheek and kissed him instead, and laughed her soundless laugh, as she ran again.

Their game was almost at its end now. Her legs were tired! Her breath plumed from her, and so she slowed and became like a fawn, bowing her head and then tossing it up and back as if to holler at the sky! She wished she could be loud and silly, but silence followed Wilwarin and always would.

She turned to watch the man, her eyes bright and expression warm. If he were to draw close now she would not run; she wanted to be close, to be held, to be loved.