Moonspear moonlight outshines the brightest stars

The reality of her situation set in once the anguish abated. Dakarai was gone, Aries was gone — and though the broken Svartell family was less of a drain on Moonspear’s resources now, duty still drove Olive to provide for the wolves who had taken her family in and followed up on Teaghlaigh’s abandoned pursuit of nursing them all back to health. Yes, Olive owed a lot to Amekaze and Charon; but their aid could not be more valued as it was right then, when the hoyden was left as the sole caretaker of her last surviving babe.

When soul-crushing sadness did not trap the woman in its clutches, Olive traipsed across the mountain, all senses outwardly peeled and attuned for the signs of any prey. The woman was not a skilled hunter; not by any means, and she scared off more prey than she would like to admit. Olive steered clear of the large ungulates — Dakarai’s accident with the vengeful elk had been their ultimate undoing, afterall… nor was her frail body big enough to take on such a daring endeavor. So the woman relegated herself to small rodent-like creatures, and with puppy-like movements Olive managed to murder a small fieldmouse and used it to sate her own appetite before she turned her attentions to filling Moonspear’s coffers. 

Larger fare would be needed for the good of the pack — these ideas were almost humorous to the fae, who always imagined she’d have her shadowed lover to take care of life’s dirtier tasks — but the light was fading, so nocturnal animals would begin their ascent from their dens to forage amongst summer’s fertility. It was not long before Olive found herself in the presence of a raccoon, a striped bandit rummaging through a bramble’s many branches. The pale fae dissolved into her nighttime milieu as best as her snow-dusted pelt would allow, but her efforts would prove to be for naught... For at that very moment, the sky grew bright with something miraculous! The sudden light revealed her form almost immediately and with haste the raccoon absconded with its findings, but Olive’s every attention had been turned to the heavens. She cut her emereld gaze, waiting for the phenomenon to reveal itself once more — and when it did, her gaze then swam with wonder! There was another streak of light, and another, then one more out of the corner of her periphery, then one that looked so close she could touch it! The astronomer’s mouth fell agape at the magnitude of such a force, of such a message! Her mind simply could not grasp it!

How could she sorrowful over stupid love when such power existed in the universe? This, Olive did not know anymore.