Silver Moraine And the cracks in my hips

i can tell, snowwoman smiled, brows raised as she thought back to the empty hollow that lingered besides her when she had awoken. no negative feelings lingered from the situation ; rather, she found it to be something that they could joke about, as to diminish any possible awkwardness that calfuray may feel. well, if you fall terminally ill or pregnant, do not stay in lonesome for long. cheeky grin followed broken words.

for a moment, she drew herself closer. i think, now that i see your betterment, i leave, and although there was a reluctance lacing her words, she knew that calfuray could handle herself. and rala would always be around, somewhere. all the dark woman had to do was look. you be healthy. do not get into wolverine fight again, tukisiumaniq? eh, you say, understand? her words were firm, yet compassionate.

should she be allowed to say her goodbyes with physical touch, polar-cub would touch her nose to calfuray's own, her snow-kissed tail flagging high upon her rump, as if waving away. then, after a second, maybe two, she would turn, faithful in the wounds improvement. knowing that, one day, they would meet again.

exit rala !! <3