a knowing two.
elk charm let out her breath as heat cantered up the blackfurred meadow of her cheekbones. she was not able to quantify what it was about nate that brought such a flummoxed air to her when they spoke. for now, no attempt to disentangle these things.
warmth against her paw brought her gaze open to fasten upon the chieftain in limpet-like attention.
a story.
a story, and her heart eased its wildhorse cadence.
a story, and her pulse slowed with relief.
a story where ire was met by mercy. but there was no reflection in this world. she stared at him.
we -- we will mend this also? with spirits?her brow furrowed, elk charm tried to make literal sense of this tale while mind whirled, unable to parse metaphor no matter her effort.

