An autumn rain trickles, and now in night the newly washed sky shows all its stars. Iglux̂ treads down the lake edge, side-stepping rivers of runoff from nearby creeks. Heavy packed snow congeals around her paws as she glances forward in the vapor-breath cold to look for the man who would mate her.
There is a sharp intake when she sees him. Featureless in night. Betrayed by the way her heart takes notice of him.
“ Kusax̱asaa ," the name softly ghosts her lips, "what am I to you?"
There is a sharp intake when she sees him. Featureless in night. Betrayed by the way her heart takes notice of him.
“ Kusax̱asaa ," the name softly ghosts her lips, "what am I to you?"
