Fox's Glade to me, from the timbers,

and it was. a scent she had known, a scent that had not left her mind, not even in the presence of tvar. a guilt washed over her, then, as she had intended to find him first, to seek him out and bring him back to the valley with her. but she had only been within the valley for a few days, that was her excuse, she simply did not have the time.

but rala was quick to expel the feeling, rather moving towards the man and practically enveloping herself within his coat. yes, she murmured, nose finding his jaw, cheek rubbing against his neck, should dolce allow the touch. i meant what i said - i would have to have no memory at all, to forget you, aggakkut. her words came as softly as her presence, her pelt lingering against his own. she would savour this moment.

after a second, maybe two, she moved away. conflict lingered within her heart, and dolce smelled of tvar, just as she possibly would, too. neither men had claimed her, as she would not allow herself to be claimed so early, but there was a guilt that lingered within her chest. a guilt that she did not quite understand. polar-cub, dove, searched his expression, then. you found me, and there was a hope behind the words. a smile that could only whisper of her longing. and again, she moved closer.

her forehead leaned against his chest, now. slow breaths rose and fell.