Silver Moraine v manik

A long moment passed as Kigipigak drew in a deep breath. She breathed with him, her stare perhaps unnerving given the intensity. In that moment, she drank in his spirit. She felt his presence, and knew that he would suit their Watch well.
The cinnamon woman noticed the cut on his lip as his smile stretched wide. Her wagging tail quickened as he accepted. As her brother shoulder bumped him and called him brother, she too pushed closer to him again to push her nose against his neck briefly. His thick coat was warm and soft with an exotic scent. As Stjor gave directions, she nodded. It is there, between the mountain wall and the sea, Valmúa grinned. He would find it.
To her brother, she looked toward then. Náum í illgresið þitt, — we will go get his plants now, but I will see you, said Valmúa. First to her brother, then to her new favourite Tartok. She gave him another glance that had a shimmer of mischief in it. She was sure that Stjor would see it. He knew her well.