The Sunspire into the woods

Her heart thrummed with warmth, and she spotted the figure coming closer, closer. Sialuk laughed lightly when he apologized. A man need not apologize, she assured him, closing the gap between them as quickly as he had made it. She let her eyes fall on him, even as his darted to look away from her, seeking anything but the very thing she assumed he had been drawn to. He wore a mask of dark brown over a coat of cream, and his legs bore the same color ask the mask. She thought him young, perhaps between his first and second year.

Sialuk touched her nose to his shoulder, taking a deep drink of his smell. It was woody, mixed with the salt of the sea that she knew well from her visit to Moontide. He smelled of others, but not strongly so. Snow wet the outer layer of his fur, and Sialuk shook her coat before backing away and meeting his gaze.