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One moment, it’s a waiting wildfire.
Strangers who knew nothing of one another.

Then it’s a dance of snow!

The woman greets with the grace of a wandering princess and the spirit of a cherub. Nutuyikruk gently clipped air between her front teeth, falling into a bow before mimicking clumsily the motions of the spinning stranger. Floating powdered snow dispersed sunlight in white glitters.

Nutuyikruk waited first, still, catching breath and wondering as a nose bumped into her flank if she were allowed to continue this joy. It felt wrong and strange.
Until she is suddenly nosing deep snow at the face of the boy and airily jumping away from the woman, tail just within reach as if to almost say: chase me, chase me! Kukutux breathes in her.