Permafrost Hollows everlong

she wanted to believe in this Wolf that her dreamer could see, could hear; she wanted to hear him too, especially if it earned her some deeper connection to everything. the sentiments held by the dreamer made her smile softly, a shift from the expressive false-laughter to something more true. she thought, perhaps, she might love the dreamer; but it was different from brotherly love, or romantic love. he was as much a part of her as the boys. she could not imagine a life withiout this magical man at her side.

what would her mother have thought of him? but lote was not here; and she thought of kukutux, the closest alternative, and wondered the same. and she thought of antaradil, the man who she had known within tultalle, who had professed a connection to her she had not felt — and wondered, was this the same thing? no, not to wilwarin.

she had never known a man like this. she had never felt like this with anyone before.

when they have grown, i would like to take them to see the villages. and she would hope that he would follow, too.