There is no one moment

“I'm not sure, but I never did finish exploring all the territories north.” He said thoughtfully. Perhaps they could simply go, and see where it led them. He'd heard of a frozen lake up there somewhere, perhaps they could find it. He crawled out of bed, and grabbed the thick Polar bear coat, with the sheep underlay Wylan had made her. The scent of the boy had mostly faded by now, and he wasn't sure he could outdo the heirs' work. But a part of him wanted her to wear something he had made. He wasn't so foolish to worry about it now of course. His desert lady needed warmth. 


Iggy had stood while he moved around and he dumped it over her back and fascined it at the front and underside. He looked at the well wrapped wolf and kissed her nose. He'd have to try not to lose her in the snow, the polar bear coat would blend right in. “Ready?” He whispered softly, still directly before her.