Sunset Valley sólsetur

She thought of all the things she might say to his ears — that would go basically unheard. She could tell him what she thought of him, of his looks, ask questions that would never have answers. As cruel as it was kind.

Yet she fell into silence at his familiar touch and the urging onward.

Hunting was easier when not alone. Neither of them need be such anymore.

She followed the trail of something musky. Wolverine. Not that she had the common word for it. Such a smell reminded her of brother's hunting after father. When they returned, there was such a stench that her mother had sent them all off to the river!

Why did she wish that for herself and Sega?

A memory stirring in her heart.

Softly, she huffed and gestured down the trail that had been worn by clawed grooves. Hopeful to catch the creature before it disappeared into thicket or den.

Would he allow her to set teeth upon it?