Lake Rodney [m] forever

He held her—moving as if he could shield her from the hurts of the world, even though he knew no other woman stronger than Sialuk herself, it seemed. Their time together was precious, always, but somehow more so after the length of his absence. Afterward, he basked in the afterglow of their reunion, telling her the small tales of his trials and errors of his hunt for the bride price—the cleverness, it would seem, of beavers, and how he had narrowly escaped an angry porcupine.

It was these stolen moments together he enjoyed the most, if he were honest. Where she was his, and only his.