Nova Peak I

At the height of Nemage’s new submission the huntress is left with a loss of how to conduct herself. No, the tender nudges try to say, for they would always be equals upon the mountain. Regardless, she takes the snowhare from her, a soft smile curving dark lips.
“Thank you,” Ayovi turns and smooths a companionable nuzzle into the frosted guardhairs, encouraging sister to follow up into the rise. As they step together, side-by-side, she noses her shoulder affectionately, taking comfort in solid familiarity. 
“Did you find a man?” The huntress’ eyes spark in blue wonder. Had Nemage learned of those same pleasures that Skorpa kindled within her? Would they raise young ones together on the mountain?