Nova Peak III

It is impossible to hold onto fear when Nemage shares her joy, and soon Ayovi is weaving in twin steps, returning every affection with playful teeth to cheek, tongue trailing warmly across soft snout and ears. It seemed no matter how Ayovi presented herself she was alpha female to the snow hunter, and no longer did she contest this position; not when it gave structure to the young woman. The truth of Nemage’s origin may forever go unanswered, but it did not change how Ayovi felt about her.
“You have been such a comfort to me,” she breathes into silken nape words the other will not understand. And she does not need to. Everything is expressed in their wagging tails, the thrilling breaths and clasping hearts. Ayovi's ears fall as the woman noses into her stomach, somewhat shy to share this part of herself. But elated, too. Excited and terrified and feeling every emotion all at once. At last her voice comes again, this time gentler, soft upon spring's lazy breeze.
“I... want you to be there when they’re born. I wish for them to call you Paachin.” Aunt.