Nova Peak ❇ Sóóts'ii

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silatuyok smiled again, faint but present. her paw moved lightly over the edge of the fur, smoothing it where the grain had lifted in the morning chill.
tsákɨ shíyɨ, she said softly, voice carrying the broken rhythm of common tongue. and... c-cedar. keep moths away. good for skin. smell... peace.
she pressed her nose to it, inhaled gently, then looked to him.
she explained, when i am girl, i sew with old paws. many days. many winter. her gaze softened a little more as she recalled it.
you like it? she asked, quietly curious now, tilting her head ever so slightly. her eyes searched his—cautious, hopeful, and unreadable all the same.

loving him and this thread!