Silver Moraine XVII

last for me, feel free to archive or fade <3

he liked how she followed. how she touched. how she was pleased to let him lead the hunt or take the first position herself. they flowed between one another.

he rarely thought of goldfinch or buffalo hunter or sweet leaf now. perhaps the latter two carried his young. but he had not seen them for some time. now only new snow and red woman occupied his mind, each for different reasons. 

he watched her dart among the elk. if one seemed to threaten, he dodged forward to worry its flank and snap with snarling jaws for the bridge of its nose. 

she wanted to hunt again. he flashed his fangs once in the herd's direction and swept her away.

hares. marmots. he snorted and bumped his jaw against her own. today she would be lead huntress. and augur would gladly follow.