She threw her arms around him.
"Oh, White Bear! I do want you back."
She crawled closer to him, pushing her body against his rigid form.
She felt pressure against her back, pulling her closer to him. His hand.
Then his other hand.
She felt his chest rising and falling against hers.
Strong arms were holding her.
She looked up into his face, and color had come into the pale cheeks. The brown eyes were looking down at her, warm with love. She forgot the rain and the cold, and nestled in his arms.
She saw tears spill out of his eyes, mingling with the rain on his face. She, too, was crying. She had been crying ever since she sat down with him. She held him tight.
Looking past him, she saw in the doorway of the wickiup the small form of Eagle Feather, staring at them.