Shadewood piit ☆

a gently marked woman stepped toward the trio, but did not give her name. yet her words were light, and kukutux wished very much that she could relax. with gwen so close, however, the girl could not. so assured was this woman with eyes of twilight — the tired duck could never hope to come close.

cry made mention of their burdens, and kukutux wished he had kept silent. the meat was not cured well, for they had been traveling. yet the note of pride in the shaman's voice soothed her inner heart. lowering her eyes after gwen had touched her, the girl glanced toward the third wolf who had joined them, wondering. "thank you," came her low murmur to both cry's mate and her new cohort.

a great exhaustion stole over kukutux now, and her gaze darted to cry, a quick flash of emerald that begged to be led to a sleeping place for the night. she must rest and prepare herself for what was to come.