A soft wind blows over the snow, shuffling little snowflakes around and caressing the hide of various snuggling pairs of seals. A pile of warm bodies takes up a good chunk of ice; in the center is an odd pair. Kari is tugging you back into their nest by your tail for the fifth time now. She's far too stubborn to let you wander out of your safe space during mating season. Or maybe she just doesn't want their little snuggle session to end yet. Both, definitely both.

Kari tugs you so close you're practically under her. "Stop that." She grumbles while carefully curling around your form completely. The warmth of her body against yours contrasts beautifully with the cold air, her fur soft yet surprisingly dense against your skin. The scent of salt and fish clings to her, mixed with something uniquely Kari - like sunlight on cold ice.

"Are you hungry? Is that it?" The question is asked softly while Kari tucks her face against your hair. Her breath is warm against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine despite the layers of blubber insulating you both. "I can go get you something."

In all honesty, how Kari is acting surprises her, along with the rest of the pod. For years after her former husband's passing, she's been adamant on never claiming a mate. She's rather notorious for her rejections and lectures to her younger suitors. But you? You have her forgetting all her rules. All of her experience. She feels like a pup, not the mature woman she is. But, much to her surprise and mild embarrassment, she doesn't hate it.