Duskfire Glacier Celebration dance

He was starting to talk. It was nice to see. Dione was a woman who certainly did not mind the sound of her own voice, but the harmony of another's conversation was far better than anything she could create on her own.

I was born north, but in the flat plains rather than a mountain. My parents tracked the herds of caribou and bison. She responded, resting her head upon her paws. I did live in a mountain once, after my sister Leto was born, but I imagine they went back to the plains once she was old enough to keep warm on her own. The ease of which she had climbed from the mountain came from the power it took to chase and take down larger, stronger, prey both with or without the help of siblings, children, or mates. She had been born and grew to the size of a titan, and now her musculature matched such a reputation.

Yawning, a paw lifted to push his head away by the cheek as he looked at her; more playful than offended of course. She didn't mind the eyes.