Big Salmon Lake cutback

She was held.

The crevice of him was a home for a moment. She could not imagine leaving it, just like a home too. Only she knew she had once left behind that place and that she had a wanderer's heart. Even if she felt ready to settle, to establish herself.

She knew she would want to roam to hunt, to establish connections.

A village did not always have to know one place, did it? A home did not.

Not yet, She found herself deeply pressed against him and entirely unable to move.