Duskfire Glacier too late to stop

she is stiff as the man assaults her neck with his nose. inhaling her scent, greedily. tiqiak tentatively reaches for his with her own brown nose, sniffing at his scent, and finding joy pooling in her belly at what she smells.

he is strong. so strong. and tiqiak is not as independent as her sister; she was a good hunter, but she did not come close to rala's strength. she was what a woman should be. soft, plush, obedient. her tail is lowered amongst her hocks as she avoids the masculine's gaze, but when he demands words of her, she obliges.

nothing. her voice is like honey fresh from the source, dripping from her tongue. she is suddenly insecure of herself, sinking in, chin brushing the thick fur of her chest. i am— her eyes flicker to his, before dropping to the ground quick as they came.

wandering.