Silver Moraine v manik

It was clear to her that Kigipigak was equally proud of his lineage as he told of it. He held his head as high as they did as he described that he was the youngest to earn a name. This was a great honour, as Stjornuati knew as well. Valmúa's silver eyes glimmered as she eyed the young northerner in a new light. Not only had he travelled far, but he had been made in the north before. He did not run from the north. Rather, he brought the north with him, just as they had.
Her ginger tail relaxed and waved slowly from side to side. She was growing steadily to appreciate the presence of the Unnuakvik. I also was called other names before Valmúa. She was proud as they were, but quickly grew tired of their male posturing game.
Once more she licked her teeth, something of a habit she had developed from childhood that meant either boredom or worry. Here, she moved in casually closer to the Unnuakvik sideways, presenting her flank willingly and reaching to smell him. Her lip quivered.