Moonsong Glacier And we won't let it in

Again, she felt a pang of conflicting emotions when it was mentioned that he would seek a match for her. It was so unlike what she had known, growing up- and while she longed for someone to want her, the thought of being advertised felt unfamiliar. She did not want to seem desperate; she could only hope that Dutch didn't think she was so unworthy of attraction that others must canvas the countryside in search of one who might not only look upon her with want, but with love. 

Still, it was seemingly the way things were, here, and she accepted his help with a brave smile that lingered only for a moment- to be replaced with a look of shock when the man stood suddenly, tail thrashing about behind him, and bolted off. Her eyes flew wide and she blinked with surprise as he glanced back over his shoulder. She scrambled to her feet and lunged after him, following his footsteps when she lost sight of him in the confusion. When she found him again- just seconds later- he had a lovely pelt which he presented to her. 

She admired it, breathless both from surprise and from the sudden effort. She looked up to him, and glanced back down to the pelt- realizing only then the change in his expression which lured her eyes back to his once more. She shuddered, easily overwhelmed by the implication that he found her scent attractive, and that others might too. It caused her to forget, at least temporarily, about her insecurities. 

"I will," She said, and with her blood singing in her veins, she gave him a coy smile. "And I will dream of someone warm."