Moonstone Quarry The bear that keeps to his own line

Yes please! <33

She did not shy away from him as he stepped closer, her paw greeting his chest once again. Strong, sturdy. 

“Yes, Sun man. Exactly right there.” Her words were breathless, but not rushed. Her smile was a dainty thing, soft. Easily breakable by others who have come before. But, she held no fear. Not here, not of him. 

As they gathered to leave, she shifted the shawl of elk hide tighter on her shoulders, clutching the piece of antler she had refused to leave behind. Some day she hoped to sit beside the altar, alone, to make her own offering. 

 A vow made and a blessing begged of the one who walked before.