Moonspear inhale the stars, exhale fire [m]

He followed, staying close, and satisfaction welled happily in her chest. Charon was good at reading into what she was feeling, her subtleties aside, and never pressured her when she went purposefully silent. She sensed that he understood because words had little place for her here between them. To her, it went far deeper, and having him part of it had only proven time and time again that it was just right -- and why she let the pathway take them to this new venture in life for the Spear, one that none others had inspired of her.

Even if thinking of herself as a mother was an abstract concept, but one to be revisited another time when it was much closer to actually happening. Starting now, her time would have to be devoted to seeing to it that it would happen, and even then, that was only the very beginning. She sensed a daunting challenge approaching, even if the herds did return soon, but she was determined to let this mountain see the growth it so deserved. Amekaze would not let it fade to obscurity as the Sunspire had done beneath her ruling which brought them nothing new.

Yet all in all, worries were far from her concerns now with him. She basked warmly in his company, all aspects of it from the rhythm of his footfalls to his scent (their scent, where the lines blurred together satisfyingly) to of course the familiar sight of him. Sure enough, they rested, fed, and continued their work as nature beckoned..