Duskfire Glacier [M] a place for your head

she is not welcoming to him, not in the way he expects or anticipates, and this brings to mind his question. his voice crackles in the shared space; seemingly louder than anything.

does that matter? she counters, but her voice is soft. he would enjoy himself if he knew what to do, and she could learn. it was for one night. somehow his comment was an accusation she could not shake.

sulukinak is not a temptress. she does not have the same magic as her mother, either. she regards the man with a determined expression and presses herself backwards against his chest, knowing basically how bodies fit together. she had watched the caribou long enough to witness the rut.

teach me.