Shadewood Perdoname Mi Amor

if she could not have a husband, she would have a role within the keep. kukutux had kept to herself these past several days, even avoiding her densite for fear cry would show again. frequent forays outside shadewood had steadied the girl, given her the strength to return each night, to sleep. 

today, however, kukutux roamed the forest openly. her beloved rabbitskin had finally given up its ghost, and her heart grieved for the loss of the one thing she had brought from home. burying it outside her den, the girl now carried a darker harefur in its place, longer and with the hind paws still attached. plants would have held her focus, but the howl that rose through the trees intrigued kukutux, and shyly she approached.

a man, dark with moonlit accents. he clearly waited for cry or for gwen, yet the pale duck drew near all the same. "hello," she murmured, unsure of the proper etiquette for border joinings.