Moonspear when i found the angels were drinking wine

a strange, mournful loneliness filled arcturus as kukutux left the den. her presence was like a light for him, and when she stole away she took all the brightness with her, leaving him in clouded shadow.

he had drifted into fitful sleep by the time she returned, offering something sallow and misshapen. arcturus sniffed it curiously: fat of some origin. he ate it tentatively, suppressing the gag he felt threaten to worm its way up his gullet. licking his chops as kukutux breezed by, arcturus felt the heat of her fur and wistfully closed his eyes. in that moment the mountaineer wanted direly to reach out to her, but thwarted his lesser desires by exhaling a deep and haggard sigh into the darkness.