Moonsong Glacier and I'm drinking your wine

Shifting her paws on the warm stone, she slides down gracefully to let her belly rest upon it. 

She is silent, eyes fixed on the distance. But it is only for a moment. 

When it comes — and I think I should expect it soon — I will seek the man of sun fur to share my sleeping place. An answer she had thought of many times before this. If he refuses then, so be it. 

Even she was not so bashful to say she thought he wouldn't. Especially not in front of the cheif.