Book III: Chapter I

Nowke · (This post was last modified: December 18, 2025, 02:35 PM by Nowke.)

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the woman has a confidence in her step that does not go unnoticed by the yearling. bright, glacier blue eyes shimmering with more inquisition than anything else as they poke and prod upon her.

she is beautiful with a pale pelt. long legged, with a runner's build, muscle strong in her haunches and legs and shoulders. he huffs, visible breath from his nose. chin lifting as she scents at him, and he does the same as her.

she too has a questioning look in her gaze. she doesn't speak, and nowkē is more than happy to fill that gap in their silence for her. with canting ears and clacking of his jaws, satisfied and having committed her scent to memory, he speaks:

who are you, skydanser? he is unafraid, leaning in closer to her, head level and eyes peering deep into her own. so close, his stench would surely burn her nose off, as it did many others. this did not bother redjaw. i nowkē of winsook.