Wapun Meadow two lovers, entwined, pass me by

When Milan settled next to him, Frederick let their fur touch, wishing to sink into her. He sighed rather contentedly, just her presence being more than enough to satisfy him. You're interesting to me. he smiled, plastering a charming grin upon his face as he turned his head to look at her.

He listened as she spoke. He grew up in a similar way, he thought. Where the men were hunters and the women, due to there being so few of them, did what they wanted, for the most part. His mother had decided to be a stay-at-home mom. To focus her energy on raising her children. I get it, he nodded. I do, actually.

Frederick would nudge against Milan's body, hoping to be of comfort in the same way that she was for him. He'd wait a few moments before speaking, wanting to make sure Milan had fully concluded her sentence.

My family was like that, a bit, he'd start. Men hunted, tracking the caribou. Typically, the women could decide what they wanted to do on their own accord, because there was so few of them. The only ones that stayed around for long were my mother and aunt. Lottie, he remembered. The one who had helped him, who sent him after Adrian.

He cleared his throat. He wanted Milan to know him. To see inside of him in a vulnerability that he had yet to experience. And so he continued talking. My aunt, Lottie, was a spiritualist, actually. All, talking to the dead, and stuff. My mother, Genevieve, wanted to focus on raising her children—me and my brother. He smiled, then. But a twang of pain struck his heart. The two of them hadn't been the only pups squirming. There were others, but they hadn't made it.

Frederick blinked for a moment, then. Suddenly worried that he had over-stepped. Shared too much. He wasn't the type to be anxious, worried, but he didn't want to make a mistake when it came to Milan. Sorry—I didn't even ask if you wanted to hear about them. he chuckled, nervously, but an attempt was made to keep his voice even. Don't mind me.