6 hours ago
the mountains afforded a privacy that saatsine could not. here, where the foothills rose into steep, stony country, familiar scents thinned beneath the wind, and few of her father's wolves had reason to wander. fa’liya had chosen the place carefully, though the journey left her considerably wearier than she cared to admit.
her season had come upon her gradually. a peculiar warmth beneath her skin, a restlessness that disturbed what little sleep she managed, and an instinctive awareness of the two males whose company she had lately grown rather fond of. she understood well enough what her body required, though the prospect of fulfilling it frightened her.
yet, she remembered the caribou cow. the little calf, motionless upon the snow. how both had risen afterward, made whole beneath the raven's eye. perhaps the spirits meant to grant her the same mercy.