Nova Peak back to the old house

of course she listens to him.
any woman of the moonsplitak would. with her born moiety of the məha know the importance of one being heard, especially a pahon, who's teeth would be covered in rot.
by his tone, she could tell he was angry. it was not at her, but at ayovi. white creek. she flicks an ear. en...fidelity? she does not know what it means. but his later context could provide her with a picture.
fucking cunt. an insult? she thought of it in her own tongue, k'shiv...ha'vash beneath her breath, though it felt wrong to utters such words. they were for the pahon, not the uʔi.
she sighs. she does not know ayovi well; but meddling does not suit the prosperity of a woman's talents. but all the same she wishes to defend her. no kill. she says to him, not an order, but perhaps a suggestion.
man is equal...in fight.
level headed. always.
she places another flower with a gentle paw before letting it rest on his chest. she pulls away in the moment, knowing it is not right to touch one's husband. a wave of shame. you protect mountain. she observes. same as skorpa. wuu'na ne'e.