Wapun Meadow seek the light,

and so he made the final move, the last bow of their wild dance that brought the ungulate crashing down onto the snow, both wolves panting from their kill. she looked to him, then, to her man. a choice had been made, now, and she studied him carefully, smiling. with an air of mischief, she would say: aggakkut, red looks good on you.

nanuralaaq would wait for a moment, two, three, until his stillness encouraged her to take the first bite. bending her neck down, she would seek the perfect spot with her nose, using sharp fangs to tear away the deers flesh. a shared meal ; one that would not go forgotten, one that played a large part in what rala hoped to be a shared future together.

she ate in silence, but should dolce speak, she would respond ; always.