Arrow Lake clair de lune

me, too, Tahani agreed, wondering just what kind of life she would be living if she had never been reunited with her little dove. an incomplete one, surely. one where she didn't know where Currituck was, or even whether she lived and breathed. even in the face of looming death, this existence was certainly better than that one.

she frowned, pulling closer still. i know, Taki, she breathed, eyes misting over slightly. how could she burden her sister with the news of her illness after all that had happened here? she couldn't. Takiyok could see her wasting; it would not be a surprise when she passed. Tahani would remain tight-lipped on the subject, choosing to focus only on her sister and her brood.

death was inevitable. Atanik could—would!—come back. she said as much, and added, i can help look for him if i feel up to it, in the coming days, she offered, nuzzling into her little sister's pelt. is he pale, like us?