Wapun Meadow seek the light,

and so the man of sunlight and warmth would arrive, and when his nose would skim across the back of her neck, she would turn her head back so that she may tease at his jaw with a gentle kiss of a dark nose. i did, she hummed, voice laced with an arctic tongue. piugijaq, and she would move away from him, then, scenting the air.

i wish to hunt today, nanuralaaq revealed, moving forwards as she followed the faint scent of a deer. it was far, as usual. it seemed they seem to gather in the spaces of the meadow that were further away from the valley, though she supposed that the frequent visit of the wolves who lived there would certainly freak them out. snowwoman turned her head over her shoulder, now, and said: and i wish for your help, dolce.

her trek continued, now, tail waving, though her pace slowed so that the southern man may take the lead. a gentle nudge would be all that she gave, curious to see how such a shared activity would pan out. curious to see his teeth sink in to something.