Moonsong Glacier the place I want to be is somewhere in your heart

He dipped his head in acknowledgement, though he was not keen to take credit for the name that had been given to him by his parents. Still, he was pleased if liked it, and pleased if she would call him by it, from time to time.

Her question had him reaching for her paw once more. He held hers as she had his, blunted claws curling inward just hard enough to grip.

"You are kin to me, and to all of Morningsong, always," he said, his tone as final as a kind speaking a decree. But when he spoke next, he was only Dutch once more, and a little flustered, at that. "But, if you would have me, I would like to see you as much more."

He didn't know Ulloriaq as well as he ought to. Whatever had budded between them before was still new, previously unspoken. But when she asked, he knew he could not keep it to himself. He'd seen what he needed to see, and he'd heard the spirits' message in the change of her name and the timing of her return.

His burnished gaze searched the deep blue of her eyes. Did she feel the same?