The Pack's Dragon
she realized.
“Yes, it tells of rank and family,” Niarthen finished his hair and moved behind her.
“Oh. Mine too?” She realised as he began to comb through her hair. “What will mine say about me?”
“It will say that you are mine,” Niarthen replied sectioning off the hair and beginning to weave in shells. From the way he said it, that made him very happy.
“What in your hair says that you are mine?” She asked him.
“This one,” he showed her a braid. “This shows that I have a mate. When our child is born, I will have a braid that will show that I am a father, with beads for each child born.”