Moonspear call on me, call me

hydra was a multi-faceted individual who kukutux was not sure she would ever understand. as the moments went on, she wondered desperately if she should speak of wraen's condition. but would it matter? the knife-slash that arcturus had dealt his family was grave and enormous. the wound revui too had left would not be easily mended.

briefly uncomfortable as the blackbear's focus returned to her, the duck willed herself not to fidget, and nodded instead. arcturus would be blood-family to the children she carried. his violence had not been toward her, and so she would not fear the kisuk. however, it was a reassurance to know that hydra would not hold such notions against her.

there were few words of comfort kukutux might offer, only the brush of her shoulder, the flattening of her pale ears. to be a leader meant a great ice-stone to be carried always in one's heart, and the duck was unsure how to assuage that. hydra's kiss burned a moment upon her pale cheek; it had been a long while since a woman had touched her, even in familial affection.

agana.

a low sigh. "i will pray that he returns. the gods reward a just heart, my sister," kukutux breathed with more determination than she had felt in a long while. "you have that here. moonspear is a great gift and you have tended it. let the light of it bring arcturus home." have faith in the spirits of the sky and the moon to tempt him back.