Shadowwyn Moor blood talon

moving thread for saatsine! they are migrating to the other side of rising sun valley. shadowynn moor will be their new base for now <3 this can be joining or just reference

@Kekoa @Anselm @Ridgeback @Sulukinak @Ice Diver @Suliya @Ghelan @Gideon @Ezra

they had felled many caribou in the valley. their skeletons were consumed, birds and mice gnawing at the dryblood carcasses, flies winging away into cold air.

he called them then, instructing that they would forage the herds within another part of the rising sun. and that saatsine would follow in their own time.

an emblem of tall darkness, he glanced only once in the direction where creekwater scent led, ignoring the clutch in his chest. he pushed into a run; he filtered in silence among the wolves and the caribou, mouth quieted by the things he did not say.

she carried a piece of bone with her, ratty and pilled where the skin hung loose, and herself much the same, cavorting after the band of family.
sun eater looked back upon the migrating bodies; sulukinak held his eye, and slipped around, and as she passed him she tossed the bone at his feet, listening to it clatter.
the river was behind them, the moorland ahead; what might she find here? curiosity pulled her away to shadow, head low and eyes bright.

during the walk, she ranged forward and fell behind. company kept with any who wished to walk with her.

yet she knew when they arrived that she might wish nothing more than to fall asleep near @Ridgeback for some time. she knew she should steal him away for a day or two, hunt with only each other. another honeymoon, tantalized the thought in her mind.

coy looks given to him on the march. before resting, she dipped away to find a perfect spot.

suliya walked with her usual quiet ease, steps steady alongside ice diver. the rhythm of the migration carried them forward, their breath mingling with the crisp air as they moved together. she found solace in her companion's presence—strength mirrored in another, a bond forming in the shared weight of their lives as lanzadoii.

a small smile curved her lips as she let her shoulder brush gently against ice diver's. a silent exchange, one of camaraderie rather than words. the cold pressed against them, but in this fleeting gesture was warmth, a kind of quiet understanding she had come to value.

her gaze flickered toward sun eater’s towering frame as he ran, his silhouette cutting a path through wolves and caribou alike. she could sense the weight of unspoken thoughts in his silence, the way he moved with purpose yet carried something unseen. suliya did not call out or question—this was the way of their lives, the way of saatsine.

there is a foreboding sense of finality that lingers like a plague in ezra's chest when he thinks of his mother. the sun clan keep with their migration patterns, and she does not come to them. it wasn't as if the fact that she might've gotten the wasting sickness from druid hadn't been discussed. it had been, first between mother and son and then father and sons.

still, ezra had held out that fierce burning hope that should've belonged only to yahweh that it hadn't been the truth; only precaution. but time ticks on like blood beneath a bruise and he is left to face the cruel reality of his thoughts: that he had left his mother to die alone.

and now, he has no choice but to become an avenging fallen angel. except ... there was no one left to seek vengeance from. druid had passed. amadeo was presumably also decaying in the thick boughs of rivenwood.

so, the sunwalker, as before, keeps close to his father and brother; quiet and brooding. trying to find a way to adapt to this new culture and new home, wondering if becoming one with the sun clan might be a balm to the fierce ache in his heart.