Totoka River to carry adolescent as an atlas

Qilaq wrinkles her nose a little as he introduces himself. It doesn’t seem to be he’s so sure about her and she knits together as she tries to figure out what’s wrong. Something lingers on the tip of her tongue before she snaps her jaws shit, teeth chattering together. Every muscle tenses once she realizes how cold she is. Her attention moves to something else, leaving behind his discomfort so she can shake out her fur one more time—disregarding how close he is to her this time—and awkwardly steps until she finally settles her rump on the ground.

“I-I-I—” she stammers, ears back against her head. Qilaq finds herself unable to formulate words and eventually, lowers all the way to the ground and curl her feet into her chest in hopes to begin her reheating.