Duskfire Glacier mountain bone

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He moved past her offering. Did not reject it, not verbally, at least, but did not accept either. Told her the meaning of the title, carrying ghosts and scars and all that was a lingering darkness. His tail swept across her, inviting her forwards, and she stood at her own pace. A testament: she offered herself so fully, followed him so loyally, all because it was her will. Her want. She did not need him, as he did not need her, and yet, together still did they belong.
The moondancer followed shadowman, wordless in her travel. Down the ledges, the slopes, returning to the base of the glacier all in due time. A quiet hum of acknowledgement left her as they went. Moved to follow beside him when there was more room on the path. When they had reached the bottom of the glacier, she would once more push her nose to his pelt, a quiet sign of trust. A permission, an acceptance, for him to lead their travels.
Throughout the taiga they would go, light and darkness in their balance. When they found a quiet moment, bundled in warmth and feasting, she would reveal more of herself. Share her mothers' tongue, her stories and her tales, as she so yearned for. But, for the time being, she moved in silence. A moon that orbited the man before her. Protecting him in her own, gentle manner.
A heart for him to rely on.

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