Dawnlark Plains tender like a dove

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silatuyok’s ears tilted gently toward him, a quiet wind moving through the pale fur along her shoulders. his words settled between them like a soft snowfall—unspoken things lingering in the silence that followed.
yes, she answered, and her smile warmed like fire beneath snow. you will.
but where—that, she could not say. her gaze dropped to the earth, to the pattern of his pawprints beside hers. a path walked together, even if just for a short while. her heart had never been one for stillness. there were sisters to find, spirits to heed, mountains yet unnamed beneath the sky.
i go where wind takes me. maybe north, maybe east. her voice was soft, a touch apologetic—but resolute, too. she glanced back to him, dark eyes shimmering with something tender. but if your glacier sings to me again, i will come.
and she meant it.