Moonsong Glacier moons

In truth, the herald was picturing something more like a bear than an ox; he was not familiar with the word, and so he was left to come up on his own with the details that she left out. He exclaimed over them, though, and he admitted to her,

"That sounds like something I should like to see!"

Would she go again? He watched her keenly for a moment, wondering if she knew that he was ready to follow her to the ends of the earth. What was this? Surely not love; not so soon! 

"We could hunt them together," he suggested, wondering how she might take these words. For as eager as he was to follow her, he could see already a kind of ruin lying in wait.