tugix prefers that she remain upon the dark beach with its studded ice. but girl cannot be contained. her appetite for knowledge is vast. he must have answered a thousand questions by now.
he finds he does not like when she is out of his sight. she is small. the skua and the seal pup are larger than she. thus when girl traipses off, so aorta-man trails, a thin polarbear shape against the surface of the world.
she is taller. longer. round as a whale eye but with driftwood legs. she is growing. tugix has no sense of a child's timeline. but his own coat has grown glossy and any lingering pain is finally departed. it is only his face and shredded ears which evidence the life lived.
time then, must be moving more quickly for girl.
he chuffs back a rough bark, watching her race against the flattening keen.
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