Way Station

After we ate a quick meal, Makya went into the tent. I hesitated to follow him in now. For years we had been on over night hunting trips, even two to three day trips and it had never been awkward. You shared tent space, and you shared warmth. But now… now things were different. Or were they?

Maya, one of Makya’s fluffy white Seppala Siberian husky, with a light gray patchwork covering her fur, whined at me. I wondered over and rubbed her head as she nuzzled in close.

“How are you doing girl? Your paws doing ok?” I lifted her feet checking each of the paws after the hard run. They seemed to be doing well, so I figured she must just want the attention. I finally stood, needing to warm myself in the tent, but was followed by Maya.

“You joining us in the tent then? Well, I suppose you could help break any tension there. Come on, you can be my cuddle bug tonight.”

I went into the tent to find Makya stripped down to his thermal pants. Thin angry red slashes