Wapun Meadow in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife

If the raven had any intentions other than greeting her family in the midst of that field on that fine late-summer day, he had not been privy to them.The silent girl rarely gave her thoughts voice, even to him, but why else would she venture so close to the place that he knew, gave her so much trepidation? He didn’t find a good enough reason to make it stop, so he found himself following along her every step, as if he were a faithful hound. 

The other are quick to appear — two children, clearly born of the women at his side. The man turned his gaze to regard Yakone, the feisty thing who accompanied their journies, to see what she would make to the sudden reoccurrence of family. Reigi pressed against his side in a palpable nervous titter. He knew what the raven wanted from him, but he felt wholly unprepared to take a leadership role in the communications between the once-wife and once-husband, and a split family that used to reside under one roof. Though he shared her bed almost every single night, Komodo felt that this was not his place. 

“Go,” he urges gently to them both.