Moonspear when i found the angels were drinking wine

challenges were not something with which kukutux had ever dealt. not in the way arcturus meant, she supposed. a woman had her own work within the circle of mothers and wives and aunts and female elders. it did not involve the challenge for physical dominance.

"there was a woman who smelled of the sea. she called for me. she said that you and revui fought for her." it would not have been the she-wolf mentioned by arcturus before. so. he would seek children after all. 

"how long she had been with you, i do not know," the little bird went on, pausing to press the moss against his lips for a drink. overtop, kukutux met the pained expression of this wounded man with her own steady gaze.

"she came to you. not to revui." and you are too wounded to claim her. "i think it is you she wishes for a husband."