Firefly Glen ᐊ qimmiq

ippiksaut fell quiet as arrluk spoke, content to let the weight of his voice fill the glen. she stood just behind him, a steady grey presence, her eyes shifting between the crimson wanderer and her tóangun as the two sized one another with very different kinds of strength.

red’s loud warmth rolled over the clearing like thunder; arrluk’s reply came like sure tide meeting it. she watched in silence — the way arrluk held himself, the way red dipped his head, the way the air settled between them.

when the moment opened, she stepped forward only a breath. the lavender hide brushed her foreleg as a reminder of the work she had already seen him do.

her gaze found red’s single bright eye, unwavering.

a flick of her tail. a tilt of her chin.

bring a great bounty, she said at last, quiet but cutting through the space like a blade of cold wind. something worthy of moonglow’s hunt.

a pause, the faintest curl of challenge at the edge of her mouth.

and worthy of my time.