Duskfire Glacier mountain bone

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The moondancer had led the first few steps of the way, her tail flagging high behind her, but when her shadowman moved to take them eastward, she permitted this, letting their pelts mingle as they went. She followed behind her shadowman, upwards, upwards, and upwards still. Towards the peak of the glacier. Dens laid here, engraved in stone, carved into the mountains. He helped her on the rise, and for that, she was grateful. Nodded to him, calm and steady in her composure still. The light to his darkness.
When they stopped, they stood before cave-mouth. He brushed against her, and the woman planted her nose to his pelt, breathing him in before making an entrance of her own. Hides laid upon the stone floor, treasures scattered about. There laid scents within this place. Scents of women that she did not know. The moondancer met the gaze scent towards her. That gaze that swelled with a longing for the past, forlorn in their redding and the silence that he carried. She moved towards him. Pressed himself to him, and spoke: You need not stay here, yahaayík̲áa, my man of shadow, and it came to him in gentle radiance. Her voice a hushed whisper amongst the cave. We take what is valuable, and we find place for us. Us only, protective. Possessive.
She pulled away from Uktark, moving towards the hides. The trinkets that laid strewn. Bending her neck, she pulled at the caribou hide, bringing it towards her man and rearing her head so that it may drape around him. It was looking upon him, now, dressed in pelt and dark in figure, that she continued. You need not tell me any-thing, her eyes were kind, trusting, as they settled upon his face. But I will listen, to every-thing.
Dísal'eix̲ pressed her nose to his own. A quiet intimacy.