Ravensblood Forest And The World Shattered

it was not howls that had driven the little duck from her ulaq, but the fear that once more, stones would drive her toward death. it was with a grim expression that kukutux slung several furs over her narrow shoulders and set off. if it proved safe, of course she would go back, but for now, a great forest beckoned.

her heart beat drumlike as she slipped into its darkness. kukutux was not unfamiliar with the wood, but it seemed more dire now, more delicate even than she recalled. there was a small clearing, the duck remembered; she would make of it a home until the sea settled and she could return.

a rush of shadow; a glint of glacial eyes. unbidden, a gasp rose from her throat; she shrank back against the touch of ferns.

cry?

had he found her? had he come for her — here?