Bramblepoint [m] the body

You are called Killdeer, son of Fennec. They had met many times, though under different circumstances. He had lived in her village for a time, with his mother and her companion. She remembered well, even if he did not. Perhaps it had been a time filled with other memories for him. Sialuk found that his lack of memory did not pull her away from him. He was still handsome, still able-bodied, and still a friend to her village. The name of the dead made her ears fold backward, and she whispered a prayer under her breath.

Sialuk, she said, brushing her shoulder against his own, her nose now near his flank. The physical closeness pulled away any other thoughts. When you came to live upon Moonspear, I knew I wished to know your warmth. Her statement was not shy, but clear and crisp like the cold winter air.