Sunset Valley you are my sunshine, my only sunshine

It was her.
Shocked, his mouth fell agape as he waded in the waters. Still up to his shoulders, he paused. The little thing that he had called too bony to eat. How was she here, of all places? To his alcove of the tundra? 
Coväh, she calls him. But he shakes his head, detesting the birth name. It does not suit me, anymore. 
At least between them he could speak freely. He enjoyed his time above all else with Svana, but their cumbersome language barrier had made things difficult. He was a slow learner, whereas she was much faster (much smarter). 
Sega, tɨkka. He corrects her. Although he wouldn't be entirely angry with her for using the name she knew him as.
I ask same of you.