Duck Lake And the blisters on my lips

Rala soon joined her, pressing a cold nose to Calfuray's cheek. A brief touch, but one she found herself longing for once it was gone.

I'm alright, my leg is doing better. A little white lie, and it flowed from her lips with ease. And you? Has the hunting been good? A common question in her own home, an indirect way to ensure the other was eating well - or not. The intention of the question could go either way.

There were new scents intermingled with the snow-coated woman's own, and it put a tilt into Cal's head.