Caan. Adoration was in the name-- relief.

He had grown again. Where he had been lanky and awkward with her, now too were the both of them filling out at their edges. Nutuyikruk, yes, in a way that was less..of muscle and more of the things more obvious to the eye. Still, there were changes. The blow of winter coat came with new white specks forming along her back, changing out the old with the new. So sorry she had been for leaving this boy. Though Nutuyikruk wondered of leaving and never returning in that time, the thought had never been true in heart. No, only the whimsical adventure of exploring what might be if there had once been a life of true love. Of a complete, entire wholeness encapsulated by mother earth, and feeling almost complete with Aivar, the wild, but never quite.
How could it be?
It would never be without those she had grown up with.

It is good to see your face. Setting aside the work of digging, wiping both paws clean and putting away things that made the area messy for company.