Ice - Age

And so did she.

That night, as the aurora painted the sky in silent, cold flames, Nuna tucked the seed into a leather pouch against her heart. Outside their shelter of frozen hide and bone, the wind howled like a hungry wolf. The world was a white grave. Ice Age

But deep in the dark, pressed close to her warmth, the seed dreamed of rain. And so did she

Kumiq crouched, her breath a brief cloud. She took the seed and held it between her calloused palms. For a long moment, she said nothing. Then she closed her eyes. And so did she. That night