“Especially there.”
Some relief burnishes her eyes where the slips with Caan still lay, a reminder of just how little she understood. But no grin can be staved while Fa’liya’s tail waves, and if the intricacies of relationships and politics evaded the huntress, the vagaries of the taiga welcomed her. Before rising, she musses the crown playfully, hocks falling in an invitation for play.
"Iglux̂," she names.
And she would attempt to pass on this command, and hope in turn that the passion which sounded in the depths of the forest and filled the silver with so much unrest would come alive also in the heart of the caribou girl.

fa'liya blinked up at her, head tipped as though tasting the word—Iglux̂. her grin broke wide, ears flicking forward. tension faded fast in the company of this woman, her reassurance. i am fa'liya.

when the woman ruffled her crown, the girl let out a squeal more instinct than speech, springing to her feet in a puff of snow. snow flicks up beneath her paws to land on iglux̂ when she lunges, half-pounce, half-dance, earlier reserve gone. for all her frailty, fa'liya moved with bright instinct, nimble as light, circling the older huntress with shy laughter caught between her teeth.

when at last she slowed, panting little clouds, fa'liya's tail still wagged behind her. hunt? she managed, blue eyes shining with the reflection of the woman’s own flame.

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do we wanna open a new thread or naur :>