Hoshor Plains kivva ⥈

Maia was entirely out of her element from the moment she stepped into the hunt. She’d thought it would be a straightforward gathering, a few packs coming together, purely for the chance to bring down something larger. Instead it was vastly larger and some had even set camps. The lead had handed out roles and Maia internally kicked herself for telling Sylvie that it would only be a hunt. Her daughter could have joined the healers or the caretakers and met new friends by doing so.

This used to be her element, and for the first time in a while, Maia felt old and out of touch. Years ago she’d have known every pack around and have made trips to exchange stories with each. Now she could barely keep their names straight.

Chickadee had invited her to the Moonglow camp, but Maia had politely declined, having already decided that she would help in the hunt as best she could. She had no skill in healing like her mate. And the very last thing she wanted to do was sit uselessly while the other packs took down the prize. If Brecheliant wasn’t well represented, what did that say?

Maybe she was avoiding too. She still hadn’t worked out her feelings. So she laughed and enjoyed her daughter’s company when it came, but made no move to leave the company of the others until a stranger came and requested a word.

Maia could guess immediately who it was. Kukutux. She’d heard enough about the woman, first from Wraen and Arcturus, then from Chickadee. It was like meeting a character from her own stories. Maia’s stomach curled with a feeling of self-conscious insignificance, and she swallowed as she moved to a more private distance so they could speak.

You’re… Kukutux? Sorry I haven’t come to meet you sooner, I just… haven’t had time, since hearing the news. She hadn’t brought a gift either. God, no wonder Chickadee hadn’t involved her family much in the wedding. Three… four?… packs and more gifts than Brecheliant could ever return. Maia felt her pelt heat up with shame, but she somehow managed to keep a smile.