Duskfire Glacier δ

Caribou is much softer than kootsin. This particular coat seems more muted than true sable, and Ayovi delights in pulling her cheek along its velvet after forays with the northman and envisioning its isabel on her back as Skorpa wore his bear.
But now he comes to her with a roughened step, depicting this predicament through a series of symbols that Ayovi studies intensely. His marks give them two options. There falls a stillness upon the silver shoulders; a silence, and then with a strong voice that expects no answer she asks, “why should we yield? Faust has known of my desire to stay in forever winter since the day I met him.”
She pulls from the hide, stamping her paw into the center of the proposal to make herself clear.
“No.”