Duskfire Glacier too late to stop

she looks up at the man with gentle eyes and finds herself nodding. an open invitation, one she can't bring herself to deny. mostly for fear of what he might do if she did tell him no. her tail swishes now, perhaps a bit more eager to indulge in him.

what is your name? she asks, swallowing the nerves that had collected upon her like frost in the deep of winter.

she sees fit to offer hers before he can reply, finding it only proper. i am tiqiak. she says gently. of muskox grounds.