Cedar Sweep runic

there was a lash of bitterness in the other's voice as she poured out her heart to eshamun, who listened with her eyes sympathetic and focused upon the wolfess. the offer of fish was appreciated with a small smile; eshamun pulled it toward her with a small gesture, but her eyes remained trained upon this stranger who wore a cloak of red as did she. for a long moment the queen said nothing, but molech whispered, and she felt herself drawn toward this she-wolf so seemingly saddled with pain.

"you do not have to run," eshamun murmured, drawing near on noiseless paws. "there is a home for you here, a rank. you need only reach out to grasp it." near enough now to behold the spectacular colour of the stranger's eyes, embers of a banked fire, eshamun nodded. "join me. i will soothe the longing of your heart by giving you a purpose."