Moonsong Glacier [m] Of the January sun; and not to think

She definitely liked that, and her snarling ceased. 

He got close enough to touch her, and with this, he gave her a sniff of greeting. It was also a way to make sure she was alright. A happy wuff as he decided she only smelled of honey and sugar.

Winter Song wanted him, he thought - and he wanted her in turn.

And for this, he asked, with a lick of her head between her ears.