Fox's Glade my knees are cold

and so he followed after her, a silent test that she had not even been aware that she had set out for him to attempt, and yet he had passed it as she always knew he would. her paws carried her pack towards him, then, and she smoothed her cheek along the fur on his neck. i wonder if, someday, you will take me as your nuliariik, came her gentle tones, then, marking her scent upon his figure. reaffirming her claim.

and maybe, you may give me nutaqqat, there was a purpose behind her mothertongue, for though she had voiced her thoughts, she was not ready for him to understand them, for him to hear them in all of their entirety. nanuralaaq drew in a breath, burying her face within the fur on his neck, and said: i worry you may not want the things that i want. it is difficult, thinking that, because i travelled so far to get it, and she did not want to give him up just so that she may have children.

a dry chuckle left her lips. it is good thing that you do not know my words.