Snowforest Taiga maugak ⋟

he did not turn, but she saw the flick of awareness in the set of his shoulders. the woman cannot complain about the silence he gave—it suited them well.

when his eye cut toward her, she met it without faltering—a flat, unblinking stare, pale as ice. his brow pressed to her shoulder and gjalla leans into it without reservations, kissing the place between his eyes.

she moved when he moved, stepping into the space beside him. the morning wind combed through her fur, billowing forward. "what.. name?"