Larksong Grotto ☾ tléix'

he came again with hate in his heart; upon this same snowstep. where he had met the white icicle of ayovi, battled with belligerent skorpa, and found companionship in his tikigak.

his tartok.

he'd gone away with her; but as all companionships faded over time, this one'd been doomed. he returned to the summit he once pissed and claimed as his own to find it barren, lonesome, and terribly frigid. but the brute of him remained. bulk. strong. scarred.

when he saw her, pale and tall and walking like a banner in the wind, he stopped.

perhaps out of awe- was it her? ayovi?

she carried herself like she owned the land. she did not.

his tail lifted a fraction, enough to mark his place here. broad shoulders squared. scars caught the light. the tartok man stood solid in the mouth of the greenery, blocking part of the path she followed.