Fox's Glade to me, from the timbers,

honoured to have this be her 100th post !! <3

he had found her. as she knew he would, as she hoped he would. and yet even in this moment, the other man, the one of bearclaw, the one of storm clouds and dark mountains wormed her way into his mind, into her fur. it was akin to how the southern man, handsome, coloured like the sun shining down upon the earth invaded her thoughts when she was with the other. a brow furrowed, a body firmed as she forced the image away.

he was siqinniqtillugu. sunlight ; warm, bright, drawn to him. and perhaps he was drawn to her, a thread of fate strung between them, keeping them near. the thought was nice. and yet, the implication of hurting tvar was not. rather selfishly, she wanted them both, wanted to mark her claim, to care for them and trace their scars when they rested. but rala knew that they would not want that. she would not force such a thing upon them.

good, she murmured, though with no less conviction. i do not want you staying away, her words were truthful, though not contradictory of the scent that laced her.

his nose, cold, unlike the rest of him, met the space between her ears, of which tilted when he spoke. he asked of her wellbeing, if she had stayed out of trouble. she struggle to form words, as each time a sentence threatened to leave her, she worried that it would be of tvar. instead, she said: i have made friends, a smile growing upon her face as she thought of @Irene, @Sivaak and, hopefully @Milan. but it fell when she thought of calfuray. the one who had gotten away. whose wounds she had tended to.

many women, she smiled. a few men, too, though she would not speak of them, yet. there would be other times to test the concept of dolce's jealousy, and right now, nanuralaaq felt that it would only grow a tension between them. irene and sivaak, i have only met once. calfuray ... a frown grew upon her pretty face, then, as she tilted her head to look up at dolce. sadness was not unusual for her, but to express it upon her face was not common. she searched his gaze. she does not trust easily.

she drew a breath, then. and you, dolce? stayed 'out of trouble'?