Moonsong Glacier Sing a song of sixpence

@Eira you sweetheart :>

He dreamt. 

He woke. 

He hunted. 

He marked. 

The days seemed endless and repeating as the pattern became ingrained in his head. 

He finished his tasks as any good man did. The sunset came to first, whom he considered his lady. 

Today, he wanted to watch the peltsmith at her craft, slipping in silently in hope of not disturbing her.

Today's task: a beautiful, thick and lush raccoon pelt. 

Such a creature was among her favorites. But, in honesty, she was surprised to have found one out and about when the air was colder. Much less higher in the mountains. 

When a sound of steps neared, she glanced over her shoulder, heart warming. 

You may try to be quiet, but I am not deaf to your steps. She teases, tail thumping quietly over the pelted earth beneath her. 

Come.. join me.

And he did, sitting close enough that he could see her work. His peltsmith was a busy one; pelts lined her den and softened the thumping of her tail. 

His eyes burned with curiosity, such sights were new to him. 

A tilt of his head, a sniff in the pelt she worked on.

Where'd we even find a raccoon?

I found this one hiding in a clump of brush eating some rotten fish, She huffs, wrinkling her nose at the memory of the gross stench. 

They normally don't hang around here. But I couldn't resist such a lush coat. 

She'd always been a sucker for the softer furs, while some preferred the coarse.

He lay close to her, enough to angle his head and give a curious sniff of the pelt. Interested to feel it, sunset gave it a lighthearted snap, though teeth did not meet fur of any kind.

The force of the snap sent him to his side, paws placed upon his peltsmith's side and his head tilted in such a way to look up at her with those eyes. 

His own tail-thump lay muffled by the furs scattered about. 

A wuff, which could mean I totally meant to do that. Followed by chuffs of laughter.

Pausing her work, she tiltedted her snout to look down upon him.

Realizing then what he'd done, she joined him in the bout of laughter, eyes alight with amusement. 

You are lucky it cannot bite back. She teased lightly, leaning close to nuzzle her nose into his cheek.

experimenting with a new style!

 

sunset looked up at her. of course it won't fight back! it's a pelt. he'd say if any part of that he understood.
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his kissed her muzzle as she bent it near, tail thumping against the floor of her den. someday, perhaps, he'd sing to her in all the words that were special to her! he made a note to double his efforts to learn. it would take a while, but it was worth it. to someday talk to her... that was a dream he worked hard to make reality.
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a sneeze, suddenly. his head turned and out came a small squeak of an exhale. a thread of fur had tickled his nose.

Her heart seemed to melt yet again in his presence! And especially at his affectionate touch!

Huffing in satisfaction at his presence, while also glad for the distraction, she fell upon the floor beside him.

Rolling to her side, she poked at his chest and flank, giggling all the while.

a trail of barking laughter.
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the forest eyes of a man who wanted nothing more than to make her happy. 
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he did an awkward wiggle dance to reach his head under her chin and kiss her again.
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even if he did not know what a kiss was. he knew he liked giving her them.