Duskfire Glacier [m] Village song

It was a companionship like she had never known. 

This one evoked and awoke things within Tikigâk she had no name for. He earned a hundred different names in their many days together—each claiming undid some old piece of her, chiseled her into something different. Fiercer. Greater. Terrible. 

His.

She followed slowly for a time, not out of resistance nor fear but to learn the path they walked toward what was his—hers, now—home. The many scents that mingled—who had passed these borders most recently? Who frequented this place more often than the rest? 

The large, ugly bitch moved to roll within the scents, adding them proudly to her furs—her own scent, fragrant still, would fuse and mold. And once she was done, she rose to shake her furs and march toward his side. 

As Tikigâk Darukaal. 

Her ears fanned forward, then back, as her gaze alighted upon the imprints left by caribou, by the looks of it—and, as her nose briefly hovered over said imprint, the smell confirmed what she had suspected. 

But her eyes did not leave him. Her appetite for him would linger until the end of her season, and she surged alongside him, ahead of him—tail fanning side to side to spread her scent in a wave before she spun slowly around, licking her chops.

In her eyes was a hunger for many things.  

day 2 — doesn’t initiate a fight