northern altitude

 her heart belonged to the mountains. to the raging streams and quiet lakes. her soul soared on the wind, as it tore through snow-capped peaks. she was home with the meadows, dancing in the spring breeze - laughing in the shaking and trembling of the aspen leaves. her body was home.
 vibrant citrine eyes soaked in her surroundings as hefty paws squashed frigid snow. delicate sounds of crunching and the occasional chirp of a bird filling the silence. the woman's movements were fluid, but tense. each footfall was another step further and further from the den, from her children. her kin. the seven little bodies that now casually roamed about the domain. it felt... odd, to be this far. and yet, a thrilling trill escaped her slightly parted jowls. it would be nice to have some time to herself, but even better if her husband joined her. without giving it a second thought, a mischievous grin graced her lips before she darted in a familiar direction.
 it didnt take long for the snow-crusted woman to find the most striking man she's ever seen. as if kissed by the stars and clouds, stjor's build crept into her vision. his pelt was a pristine hue of star white and pastel sun yellow. a gracious gift from the heavens above. he was the epitome of illumiescent, and kajsa did not mind basking in his light. to make herself known, she offered the man a quick hmmm before she pressed her skull into his side.
 as soon as their skin made contact, kajsa felt her muscles ease. his heat poured into her, filling her physique to the brim with shimmering light. it allowed her worries to melt away as she brushed against him. moving upwards to finally settle beneath his chin but be pressed into his chest, the dame murmured in his native tongue, "hvernig hefurðu það elskan mín?" (how are you my dear?) her pronunciation had drastically improved, even if her accent lacked. from the moment she had stumbled upon stjor and his pack, the off-white and evening blue girl put as much time and effort as she could into learning their language. it was beautiful and unique, and the words called to her. they were similar to her own mother tongue. but it was all an excuse. her true secret desire to learn the native tongue of the hfran's pack, was to communicate with their stareater.
 "ætlarðu að fara með mér í veiði? (will you join me for a hunt?) her words were casual as she remained nestled into his chest a moment longer before prying herself back. eyes that resembled the sun glimmered into his own, waiting for his answer. her tact was lacking, but she was starving and wanted some time away from the children. it was more often than not that kajsa was running around with their youngsters, teaching and guiding them into the next phase of their life.
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