Moonsong Glacier If we run into red full speed

Dutch, like Chakliux, promised her that many would come. They would come and vie for her- to dance for her and beg for her attention. Such a thing brought warmth to her cheeks, and a fluttering to her breast. She could only hope that the men had more than just sweet words to give her...Her hopes had been pitched into lofty grounds, so high above what she had ever wanted or expected when she had lived with her family. Here, the men seemed to think she would actually be desired...She didn't realize how much she wanted to be desired until they had shown her attention. 

Part of her longed for him, then. She had looked into the eyes of the seal-hunter and had felt temptation, and she felt it kindle once more. If it weren't for the customs of the pack she had pledged herself to, she might have simply given in already, and requested that they tend to her- she sequestered the urges. She would follow their ways, and do this properly, so that she might become a desirable bride when the time came. 

"You are kind," She said, as a means of accepting his offer gratefully. "I will do my best to be a good wife, someday," She said.